Lyrics Mr Damage - The Angels

Holding council with the king and queen
Trying hard to decide the fate of their regime
There's only one needed to complete the harmonizin'
And that's a man with a voice like a scraping violin
Waiting for Mr. Damage

Toothless jaws gumming melancholy stuff
A burst of rapid fire Spanish from a window up above
Students out to pose in their studied dissarray
Books of Sartre, Marcuse openly displayed
Waiting for, Mr. Damage

Mr. Damage, walks through the door of his sacrificial church
Mr. Damage, meet you in the lobby and he'll leave you in the lurch
Mr. Damage, stands at the altar, sermon of the search
All the faithful follow

Resident winos stumbling and lurching
Walking cadavers smiling and searching
Man with the DT's looking at the feeble glossy
Portraits of long dead celebrated people
Waiting for Mr. Damage

Trying hard just to keep a candle lit
A leather flyer leaves the subway anxious to admit
That the marvelled one so recently deposed was seen
Three days later in a brand new suit of clothes
Brand new suit of clothes for a very special day
A brand new suit of clothes for a very special day
A brand new suit of clothes for a very special day
A very special day, a very special day, a very very very special day

Mr Damage holds a curse
Mr Damage drives a hearse
Don't you know who did it first, Mr Damage

Holding council with the king and queen
Trying hard to decide the fate of their regime
There's only one thing needed to complete the harmonizin'
And that's a man with a voice like a scraping violin
Waiting for Mr. Damage

Mr. Damage, walks through the door of his sacrificial church
Mr. Damage, meet you in the lobby and he'll leave you in the lurch
Mr. Damage, stands at the altar, sermon of the search
All the faithful follow

Holding frozen hands as Mr.
Holding frozen hands as Mr.
Holding frozen hands as Mr.
Damage holds the curse