Angels Come To Comfort You Lyrics & Chords By Black Francis

Mag ik Engels spreken?
Here we go!

I saw the statue of Herman Brood
It had a lump way down in it's throat
That's because it's heart was broke in two

He played piano really fuckin' good
West Berlin to West Hollywood
Prettier than Brando, he was punker than punk
Slave to rock and roll and a slave to junk

Ah, Angels come to comfort you
Yeah they do
And here they come
They'll lead you by the hand
They'll take you down the hall
And they will break your fall

He was no saint but he was Dutch
So he could paint, yeah, he had the touch
He felt the angels kiss him on the head
Whispering the name that rhymes with "dead"

Now the Hilton Hotel in Amsterdam
Good enough for John and Yoko, man
Now you got the key to 902

Angels come to comfort you
Here they come
Here they come
They'll take you by the hand
They'll lead you down the hall
And they will break your fall