Angel City: Mr. Damage

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 harmonising That's the man with the voice like a scraping 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, Marcuse openly displayed Waiting for Mr. Damage Mr. Damage, walks through the doors of his sacrificial church Mr. Damage, meets 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 D.T.'s looking at the feeble glossy portraits Of long dead celebrated people Waiting for Mr. Damage (Trying hard just to keep the 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 dayA very special day, a very special day, a very, very, very special day)(Solo)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 Tryin' hard to decide the fate of their regime There's only one thing needed to complete the harmonising That's the man with the voice like a scraping violin Waiting for Mr. Damage Mr. Damage, walks through the doors of his sacrificial church Mr. Damage, meets 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