Sour Grapes letra

Maybe the day that she met mama
Her tiny fingers framed
Her face, in light it was so flawless
That she was a ghost

Ok, it's fine to hold her ransom
On her wedding day
Deflowered, reviled and tossed aside
It's useless anyway

I find your son dead in the alley
I find your friends decayed
I see sour grapes on the table
For all the guests to take

I'll run back home in the old man's slippers
And take the widest route
So I can see the west
And what animals I should shoot

Okay, I beat the beanbag open
The kids cried in their seats
Parenting, it just seems to hopeless
With the way they look at me

I find your son dead in the alley
I find your friends decayed
I see sour grapes on the table
For all the guests to take

Screaming Females - Letras

• Adult Army
• Agnes Martin
• Angelo's Song
• Baby Jesus
• Bell
• Bird In Space
• Black Moon
• Buried In The Nude
• Bus Driver Man
• Chamber For Sleep (Part I)
• Chamber For Sleep (Part II)
• Criminal Image
• Deeply
• Dinosaurs
• Dirt
• Drop By Drop
• Electric Pilgrim
• End of My Bloodline
• Fantasy Lens
• Foul Mouth
• Glass House
• Halfway Down
• Henry's Embryo
• I Believe In Evil
• I'll Make You Sorry
• It All Means Nothing
• Jonah
• Leave It All Up To Me
• Lights Out
• My Body
• Ripe
• Skull
• Soft Domination
• Sour Grapes
• Sports
• Starving Dog
• Step Outside
• The Bearded Lady
• Treacher Collins
• Triumph