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The Angels [AU] Lyrics
"Mr. Damage"

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(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)

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 studied disarray

Books of Sartre, Marcuse openly displayed

Waiting for, Mr. Damage

Mr. Damage, walks through the doors of the sacrificial church

Mr. Damage, meets you in the lobby then leaves 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 in 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

A 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 dayyyyy - OOOOWWWWWW

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 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 doors of the sacrificial church

Mr. Damage, meets you in the lobby then leaves 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.......

That's a man with a voice like a scraping violin waiting for Mr.damage