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 fucking good   West Berlin to West Hollywood   Prettier than Brando, he was punker than punk   Slave to rock 'n' roll and a slave to junk      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      Hey, angels come to comfort you   Here they come, here they come   They'll lead you by the hand   They'll take you down the hall   And they will break your fall