Mark Eitzel - My Pet Rat St. Michael lyrics

You gotta help my pet rat, doc He's always glum Though I give him laughs, cigarettes, sawdust Even a wheel to run I tell him "You should be happy" "There's no reason to stare" I play him Mariah Carey So there's bu*terflies and rainbows in the air His name is St. Michael And he's a bit of a cla** clown He laughs with the people who Always laugh him down He would hang himself Except he already shoot through the rope He would rise on heaven's wings Except he's miserable as The Pope We all know The party's over Oh, but whoops would you look at that? My gla** is still half full I show it to St. Michael But his eyes they drift like frost As he watches all the goodness in his heart Burn away like exhaust Do you remember when I met ya? My half full gla** Well, that comes in handy when You always want more It magically fills As the boasts get empty From the tired swimmer Who can no longer see the shore We all know The party's over Well, I'm a little relieved But what will I do now? I'll be nicer to St. Michael That rat really makes me laugh When he says In the end there are no saints There are no liars There are just sparks fallin' down wires They have no harp They always sing They are the h**n in everything A beauty easy to explain away But tell me how do you make it stay? You gotta fight for it You gotta fight for it