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.
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



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Portielje, Conner Molander, Dylan Phillips
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