Letra de Death on the festival circuit

I mew and crow to fight my way through the snow.
Scratch the surface just to find a second surface.
I begged 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 eyes
as you turn them out and turn them into something beautiful.
For the party of the century is still looking for a reason to be.

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 eyes.
They turn you out and turn you into something less-than-beautiful again