Lyrics No More Losing the War - Half Moon Run

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 (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