text: Downtown hipsters drinking up the drug line
  Down in the kitchen, working in the coal mine
  Got a special sin, mister, you cant 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 Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  When Harry speaks its Harrys streets, in Harrys house its Harrys rules
  You dont want to be around, brother, when Harry schools
  Harrys car, Harrys wife, Harrys dogs run Harrys town
  Your blood and money spit shines Harrys crown
  You dont fuck with Harrys money, you dont fuck Harrys girls
  These are the rules, this is the world
  When you bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  You need a little shot of something to improve your health
  A taste of that one little weakness you allow yourself
  Youre looking for the key of that box you locked yourself in
  Just step up to the line and be one of Harrys friends
  Shithole on the corner, no light, no sign
  Nobody on the street except the deaf, dumb, and blind
  Mayor Conners on the couch, Father McGowans at the bar
  Chief Hortons 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 Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name
  If he didnt exist, itd all go on just the same
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place
  Bring it on down to Harrys Place