Screaming Females - Sour Grapes lyrics

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