Finders Keepers - Crucified Barbara

Your life is such a mess

Complaining everyday

Never satisfied

Nothing’s going your way?

Your blaming your own mother

For the rain that s falling down

You are too blind to see what’s going on

You keep on talking about seizing the day

But finders keepers

Losers weepers

Finders keepers

Losers weepers

He’s laying in your arms

Crawling under your feet

But you keep on walking

Thinking he’s incomplete

You preach about a living

You know nothing about

Missing the good parts

When you re busy crying out

You keep on talking about seizing the day

But finders keepers

Losers weepers

Finders keepers

Losers weepers

Don’t know what you’ve got

'Til your baby is gone

If you’re not around

He will be found

And then you know

You’ll die alone

But finders keepers

Losers weepers

Finders keepers

Losers weepers

Don’t know what you’ve got

'Til your baby is gone

If you’re not around

He will be found

And then you know

You’ll die alone

Keep on complaining

While you keep on talking

You’re missing it all

But finders keepers

Losers weepers

Finders keepers

Losers weepers

Don’t know what you’ve got

'Til your baby is gone

If you’re not around

He will be found

And then you know

You’ll die alone