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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 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, in Harry's house it's Harry's roads You don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry scolds 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, 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 'cept the deaf, dumb, and blind SongtexteNow Connor's on the couch, Father McGowan's at the bar Chief Horden's at the door checking who the fuck you are C saw 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 up 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) Aus Songtexte Mania