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 day
A 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