Barbarians at the Gates

After everyone sat at the table and had their 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 too 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, They’re 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 fair 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 you’re 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 the barbarians at the gates.