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I saw the statue of Herman BroodIt had a lump way down in it's throatThat's because it's heart was broke in twoHe played piano really fucking goodWest Berlin to West HollywoodPrettier than Brando, he was punker than punkSlave to rock 'n' roll and a slave to junkAngels come to comfort you, yeah they doAnd here they comeThey'll lead you by the handThey'll take you down the hallAnd they will break your fallHe was no saint but he was DutchSo he could paint, yeah, he had the touchHe felt the angels kiss him on the headWhispering the name that rhymes with deadNow the Hilton Hotel in AmsterdamGood enough for John and Yoko, manNow you got the key to 902Hey, angels come to comfort youHere they come, here they comeThey'll lead you by the handThey'll take you down the hallAnd they will break your fall Aus Songtexte Mania