Destroyer - Death on the Festival Circuit lyrics

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