Mr. Damage Songtext
von The Angels

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'
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 disarray
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 harmonisin'
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