Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sour Grapes, artist - Screaming Females. Album song Power Move, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Don Giovanni
Song language: English
Sour Grapes |
| 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 |