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, nine-teen eighty-somethin

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

Oh karen..

No more losing the war

You 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