Bruce Springsteen - Harry's Place Lyrics
Downtown hipsters drinking up the drug lineDown in the kitchen working in the coal mineGot a special sin, mister, you can't quite confessMessy little problem, maybe baby need a new dressRazor-back diamond you shine too hardNeed 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, in Harry's house it's Harry's roadsYou don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry scoldsIt's Harry's car, Harry's wife, Harry's dogs run Harry's townYour blood and money spit shines Harry's crownYou don't ***** with Harry's money, you don't ***** Harry's girlsThese 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, dear, to improve your healthA taste of that one little weakness you allow yourselfYou're looking for the key of that box you locked yourself inJust stood up to the line and be one of Harry's friendsShadow on the corner, no light, no signNobody on the street 'cept the deaf, dumb, and blindNow Connor's on the couch, Father McGowan's at the barChief Horden's at the door checking who the ***** you areC saw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. NiceCarry me into a back room and dim the lightsMy arms strapped to the table, a thousand angels spinning up the roomA 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 nameIf 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)