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