Game Theory - One More For Saint Michael lyrics

Michael you Don't know the half of a mess Getting made Down at your favorite address Pretty seraphs Cutting holes in us all Checking stains in the stalls Getting season box seats for the fall With their challenge To the too weak to fight Leave them shaking With their faces drained white Shooting red glare In the dawn's early light Knocking doors in the night Flush them out, they'll get picked off in flight Angel gel it awhile And take some appropriate notice Before all the numbers are in Saint Michael you don't need one more win Who's that little pile of smiles? Get away thank you I don't need a tax audit I haven't made one ha-ha-half dollar all year I'm a man in the clear Who does not need company here Must be old heathen Ed In a rail stop gin bag rain tarp Nobody bother me spree Comic relief pee sprays down his knee I know kids about three More goddamn impressive than me Boards and tin and empties of gin And god only knows how many holes he's been in Saint Michael you don't need one more win Tell 'em Jim, tell 'em Jim... Captain Jim throws the prime directive out For the umpteenth time It's habit for him now Reeling wild from the stern to the bow With T'Pring and T'Pau I know why they call a starship 'she' now Volunteers the man needs volunteers It's a special mission for a special deputy Up jump an eager pup saying Put in put in put in put in put in put in put in put in put in put in Put in a good word for me Oh no master my teeth aren't to chatter That's just them dry bone crack down Right down under the skin Saint Michael you don't need one more win