screaming females – sour grapes lyrics
[verse 1]
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
[chorus]
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
[verse 2]
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
[chorus]
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
[solo]
[chorus]
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
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