Harry's Place

Lyrics for Harry's Place

Downtown hipsters drinking up the drug line Down in the kitchen working in the coal mine Got a special sin, mister, you can't quite confess Messy little problem, maybe baby need a new dress Razorback diamond, you shine too hard Need a hammer help you handle little trouble in your backyard Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place When Harry speaks, it's Harry's streets In Harry's house, it's Harry's rules You don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry schools It's Harry's car, Harry's wife, Harry's dogs run Harry's town Your blood and money spit shines Harry's crown You don't fuck with Harry's money, you don't fuck Harry's girls These are the rules, this is the world You bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place You need a little shot of something to improve your health A taste of that one little weakness you allow yourself You're looking for the key of that box you locked yourself in Just step up to the line and be one of Harry's friends Shithole on the corner, no light, no sign Nobody on the street 'cept the deaf, dumb and blind Now Connor's on the couch, Father McGowan's at the bar Chief Horton's at the door checking who the fuck you are Seesaw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice Carry me into the back room and dim the lights My arms strapped to the table A thousand angels spinning up the room A voice whispers in my ear, "We do what we must do" When we bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name If he didn't exist, it'd all go on just the same Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place Bring it on down to Harry's Place