One More for Saint Michael Songtext
von 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 a 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
Aim gentle, gentle in while
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 a dollar all year
I'm a man in the clear who does not need company here"
Must be old heathen Ed in a railstock
Gym bag, rain tarp, no-but-bother-me spree


Comic relief, he 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
Captain Gin throws the prime directive out
For the umpteenth time, it′s habit for him now
Reeling while from the stern to the bow
With a pring and a pow
I know why they call it 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"
On the last of my teeth want to chatter
They′re just that dry bone crack down
Right down under the skin
Saint Michael you don't need one more win