No More Losing The War

Somebody stop her, the lifter, the runner

The girl with the gold in her mouth

They caught her at london, waterloo station

Strung up on a ferris wheel

She used to lose pageants, pick of the litter

The newspapers screamed from their racks

Pictures at seven, nineteen-eighty-something

The waltz on her father's shoes

No more losing the war, karen

No more losing the war, karen

But i really knew her in an after-pub closing way

Falling down, crawling drunk

Laughing like children with sugared-up gullets

I rue this day

No more losing the war, karen.

No more losing the war.

Got me all frustrated

In an old-fashioned way.

Easy does it, rider

I've had a long, long day

No more losing the war, karen

No more losing the war, karen