One More For Saint Michael Lyrics - Game Theory

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 

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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 

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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