Hundred-fifty tons of steel, rolling through the night 

Sparks are dancing in the smoke, the fire's raging wild 

Hundredweights of blackest coal to feed its burning hunger 

A melting pot of glowing steel, a hell of grime and smoke 



Smoke and fire, run that pyre 



Steam and thunder gonna roll you under 

Rage and fury gonna spell its name, Locomotive 



The railway's gonna squeaking hard, wheels are dragging over 

Red hot grease is on the steel, oiling all the bars 

Rhythm's gonna pounding hard, the monsters own thunder 

The whistle-pipe is blowing strong, foretelling what to come 



Smoke and fire, run that pyre 



Steam and thunder gonna roll you under 

Rage and fury gonna spell its name, Locomotive 

The stoker's gonna shoveling coal to melt it in the fire 

Sweat is dripping from his brow, vaporizing in the heat 



Pressure's gonna rising high, speeding up the engine 

Purgatory comes alive to burn on fires rage 

So come on now 



Hundred-fifty tons of steel, rolling through the night 

Sparks are dancing in the smoke, the fire's raging wild 

Hundredweights of blackest coal to feed its burning hunger 

A melting pot of glowing steel, a hell of grime and smoke 



Smoke and fire, run that pyre 



Steam and thunder gonna roll you under 

Rage and fury gonna spell its name, Locomotive