| 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 |