Death On The Festival Circuit şarkı sözleri

I mewl and crow to fight my way through the snow And scratch the surface just to find a second surface I beg the merchants, please Serve a purpose other than treason There must be another reason to play these songs Best known for being bludgeoned into something to own The money's been bought up And surely woman, you can feel it And the music's all washed up They'd rather sell it than steal it As the festivals run dry, these whorish children can't look you in the eye As you turn it out and turn them into something beautiful For the party of the century is still looking for a reason to behave The money's been bought up And surely woman, you can feel it And the scene, it's all washed up They'd rather sell it than steal it As the festivals run dry, sweet whorish children, please look them in the eye As they turn you out and turn you into something less than beautiful again