Lyrics Mr. Damage - Live - The Angels

Holding council with the king and queen
Tryin' hard to decide the fate of their regime
There's only one thing needed to complete the harmonisin'
That's a man with a voice like a screaming violin
Waiting for Mr. Damage

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

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

A resident wino 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 the candle lit
The 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

A brand-new suit of clothes for a very special day
A brand-new suit of clothes for a very special day, what?
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

Well, Mr. Damage holds a curse
And 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 harmonisin'
It's a man with a voice like a screaming violin
Waiting for Mr. Damage, yeah

Mr. Damage, he walks through the door of his sacrificial church
Mr. Damage, he'll meet you in the lobby, then 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