Grapes before the Swansdown

Someone grabbed Lady Luck
They bricked her in a winery
Ran her through the muck
Ruined her satin finery
Funnel trash down a soused ear
Thought you'd sew a silken purse
To bury with the corpse
As if Honey Badger would ever care

Ask me again if I give a damn
Shoulda stuck to your knitting with those rat tail combs
Ask me again if I give a damn
Sick of sitting pretty while the world hides on the lamm

Reduced to a stupid metaphor
Shadow's come dressed in black
Leaving no room for an encore
How you ever gonna top that?

Some of the condolence
Were downright despicable
As if anyone asked them to dance
Sinatra might have loved her a little
So let the lady rest peaceful

( " come fly with me, come with me over the stars..."

Angela Garcia as NeonOnyx