Bruce Springsteen - Harry's Place
Downtown hipsters drinkin' up the drug line
Down in the kitchen workin' in the coal mine
Got a special sin, mister, you can't quite confess
Messy little problem
Maybe baby needs a new dress
Razor-back diamond you shine too hard
Need a hammer help you handle
A little trouble in your backyard
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
When Harry speaks it’s Harry’s streets
and Harry’s house and Harry’s roads
You don’t want to be around brother when Harry scolds
It’s Harry’s car, Harry’s wife
Harry’s dogs run Harry’s town
Your blood 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
When you bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
You need a little shot of something dear 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 stood up to the line and be one of Harry’s friends
Shadow on the corner, no light, no sign
Nobody on the street except the deaf, dumb, and blind
Matt Connor’s on the couch, Father McGowen’s at the bar
Chief Horden’s at the door checking who the fuck you are
Seesaw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice
Carry me into a back room and dim the lights
My arms strapped to the table,
a thousand angels spinning in the room
A voice whispers in my head, “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)
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