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