Sour Grapes

(álbum: Power Move - 2009)

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