Sour Grapes - Screaming Females

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

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