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, nine-teen 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