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