BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - Harry's place Lyrics

Downtown hipsters drinkinÂ’ like the drugs
Down in the kitchen
Working in the cold mine
Got a special sin
Just you canÂ’t quite confess
MessinÂ’ a little problem
Baby need a new dress
Reason to make dime
Shine to hard
IÂ’m a good handler with your problems in the back yard

When Harry speaks is HarryÂ’s streets
And HarryÂ’s house is HarryÂ’s rules
You donÂ’t want to be around,brother
When Harry Â…
HarryÂ’s car,HarryÂ’s wife
HarryÂ’s dogs and HarryÂ’s town
Your blood on money is special
As herÂ’s crown

Fuck with HarryÂ’s money,you know
Fuck HarryÂ’s rules
These are the rules,this is the world
Taste that one little weakness you allow yourself
LookinÂ’ for the key of that box you locked yourself
Just stay up to the line and be HarryÂ’s friend

Sit in a corner,no light,no signÂ…
She opens the door and who the fuck you are?
Seeing someone dressed as a dragon,thatÂ’s nice
Â…A voice was prisoner in my head
We do what we must do

A man knows his name,if he didnÂ’t exist
There all would go on just the same


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