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. Razorback 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. 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. Now 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. 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