[FONT=Tahoma]Mark Eitzel - My Pet Rat is St. Michael

[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma] you got to help my pet rat doc - he's always glum
though i give him lab 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 butterflies and rainbows in the air

his name is st michael and he's a bit of a class clown
he laughs with the people who always laugh him down
he would hang himself except he already chewed threw his rope
he would rise on heavens wings except he's miserable as the pope

yeah i know the party's over
but whoops would look at that my glass is still half full
[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma]jetzt mal 'ne frage: liest hier eigentlich
irgendwer die geposteten texte durch?
[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma]i show it to st michael but his eyes they drift like frost
while he watches all the goodness in his heart burn away like exhaust

[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma]remember when i mentioned my half full glass
it 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

yeah i know the party's over
i'm a little relieved but what will i do know
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 falling down wires
they have no heart but they always sing
they are the heroin in everything
a beauty easy to explain away
but tell me how do you make it stay:
you got to fight for it...[/FONT][FONT=Tahoma]
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