Bruce Springsteen, Tom Morello - Harry's Place lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen, Tom Morello - Harry's Place lyrics]
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
Razor back 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 want to be around, brother
When Harry schools
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
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 except the deaf, dumb
And blind mayor Conner'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, 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