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
