BARBARIANS AT THE GATES
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
After everyone sat at the table and had there fill, they sat around some
more fighting over who pays the bill, now we could split it three ways or
skip out and let the waitress pay, or let the barbarians at the gates come
in and save the day, but come on we can’t get anywhere with all this anti-
trust, leave it in the rain to long even gold will rust, hey we all want the
same thing we just want to pay for our meal, but the barbarians at the
gates are trying to force a deal.
On the instant replay it didn’t seem like such a big mistake, giving the
enemy everything that we had to take, there not jealous of what you had
you know that couldn’t be it, can’t figure out how to make you lose so
they’ll make you quit, but you couldn’t fight fire with fare so that’s the
breaks, but you shouldn’t judge a millionaire by how much he makes, so
if you’ll scratch my back I’ll pull the knife out of yours, and we’ll build a
landmark on the spot and give fifty cent tours.
They want me to believe they did it all for me, I guess they think I’m ten
times dumber than I am free, but I know who pays the bill but I wonder
who left the tip, it hurts to take the kiss of death when you’ve got a fat
lip, now your paying for a free lunch but you feel lucky to have eaten at
all, what goes on under the table is the only thing above the law, he’s got
a micro-soft on; guard at the door while he masturbates, spectacle to the
voyeurism of barbarians at the gates.