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Downtown hipsters drinking up the drug line |
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Down in the kitchen working in the coal mine |
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Got a special sin, mister, you can't quite confess |
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Messy little problem, maybe baby need a new dress |
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Razor-back diamond you shine too hard |
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Need a hammer help you handle little trouble in your backyard |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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When Harry speaks it's Harry's streets, in Harry's house it's Harry's rules |
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You don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry schools |
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It's Harry's car, Harry's wife, Harry's dogs run Harry's town |
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Your blood and money spit shines Harry's crown |
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You don't fuck with Harry's money, you don't fuck Harry's girls |
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These are the rules, this is the world |
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(When you bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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You need a little shot of something to improve your health |
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A taste of that one little weakness you allow yourself |
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You're looking for the key of that box you locked yourself in |
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Just step up to the line and be one of Harry's friends |
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Shithole on the corner, no light, no sign |
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Nobody on the street 'cept the deaf, dumb, and blind |
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Mayor Conner's on the couch, Father McGowan's at the bar |
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Chief Horton's at the door checking who the fuck you are |
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Seesaw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice |
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Carry me into the back room and dim the lights |
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My arms strapped to the table, a thousand angels spinning up the room |
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A voice whispers in my ear, "We do what we must do" |
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(When we bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name |
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If he didn't exist, it'd all go on just the same |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
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(Bring it on down to Harry's Place) |
