harry's place

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 little trouble in your backyard

when harry speaks it's harry's streets

in harry's house it's harry's rules

you don't wanna be around

brother

when harry schools

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 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 'cept 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 and 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"