Game Theory

Michael you
Dont 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 dawns early light
Knocking doors in the night
Flush them out, theyll get picked off in flight
Angel gel it awhile
And take some appropriate notice
Before all the numbers are in
Saint Michael you dont need one more win
Whos that little pile of smiles?
Get away thank you I dont need a tax audit
I havent made one ha-ha-half dollar all year
Im 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 hes been in
Saint Michael you dont need one more win
Tell em Jim, tell em Jim...
Captain Jim throws the prime directive out
For the umpteenth time
Its habit for him now
Reeling wild from the stern to the bow
With TPring and TPau
I know why they call a starship she now
Volunteers the man needs volunteers
Its 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 arent to chatter
Thats just them dry bone crack down
Right down under the skin
Saint Michael you dont need one more win
[ One More For Saint Michael Lyrics ]