Screaming Females - Sour Grapes Lyrics
maybe the daythat she met mamaher tiny fingers framedher face, in lightit was so flawlessthat she was a ghostok, it's fine to hold her ransomon her wedding daydeflowered, reviledand tossed asideit's useless anywayi find your son dead in the alleyi find your friends decayedi see sour grapes on the tablefor all the guests to takei'll run back homein the old man's slippersand take the widest routeso i can see the west andwhat animals i should shootokay, i beat the beanbag openthe kids cried in their seatsparenting, it just seems to hopelesswith the way they look at me