No More Losing the War Songtext
von Half Moon Run

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