BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Harry's place lyrics

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Downtown hipsters drinkin’ like the drugs

Down in the kitchen

Working in the cold mine

Got a special sin

Just you can’t quite confess

Messin’ a little problem

Baby need a new dress

Reason to make dime

Shine to hard

I’m a good handler with your problems in the back yard

When Harry speaks is Harry’s streets

And Harry’s house is Harry’s rules

You don’t want to be around,brother

When Harry …

Harry’s car,Harry’s wife

Harry’s dogs and Harry’s town

Your blood on money is special

As her’s crown

Fuck with Harry’s money,you know

Fuck Harry’s rules

These are the rules,this is the world

Taste that one little weakness you allow yourself

Lookin’ for the key of that box you locked yourself

Just stay up to the line and be Harry’s friend

Sit in a corner,no light,no sign…

She opens the door and who the fuck you are?

Seeing someone dressed as a dragon,that’s nice

…A voice was prisoner in my head

We do what we must do

A man knows his name,if he didn’t exist

There all would go on just the same