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