Barbarian Kings
Morgan Delt
The thought of one more night like this gives you chills
Davids and gargoyles guard your black iron gates
But panhead purrs are echoing through the hills
Flying to free you from your humdrum fate
Bells ring when things get out of hand
And barbarian kings come crash your paradise
Love beads lie buried deep in your fake fur vest
White wax stalagmites stretch to reach their flames
The idle heirs of oil and the golden west
Feed parasitically on front page names
Bells ring when things get out of hand
And barbarian kings come crash your paradise
A bolex whirs alive to preserve the scene
Black beauties fuel the flesh machines
The dreams of a thousand teenaged focus groups
All tested, polled, and screened
Your tumbler cracks apart on the marble floor
To form an iridescent yellow lake
Drown all your senses don't worry anymore
Now life’s the same in dreams or wide awake
Bells ring when things get out of hand
And barbarian kings come crash your paradise