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