Harry’s Place

Downtown hipsters drinkin’ up the drug line
I’m 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

When Harry speaks it’s Harry’s streets
In Harry’s house it’s Harry’s rules
You don’t want to be around brother when Harry schools
Its 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
When you bring it on down to Harry’s Place
(Bring it on down to Harry’s Place)

Need a little shot of somethin’ to improve your health,
A taste of that one little weakness you allow yourself,
You’re looking for the key to 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
Mayor Conner’s on the couch Father McGowan’s at the bar
Chief Horton’s at the door checkin’ 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 spinnin’ 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)

Nobody knows his number nobody knows his name
If he didn’t exist it’d all go on just the same…