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