Crucified Barbara Finders Keepers
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
