HARRY’S PLACE
Downtown hipsters drinkin' up the drug line
Down in the kitchen workin' in the coal mine
Got a special sin, mister, you can't quite confess
Messy little problem
Maybe baby needs a new dress
Razor-back diamond you shine too hard
Need a hammer help you handle
A little trouble in your backyard
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
When Harry speaks it’s Harry’s streets
In Harry’s house it's Harry’s rules
You don’t want to be around brother when Harry schools
It’s Harry’s car, Harry’s wife
Harry’s dogs run Harry’s town
Your blood 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
When you bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
You need a little shot of something, dear
You don’t want to be around brother when Harry schools
It’s Harry’s car, Harry’s wife
Harry’s dogs run Harry’s town
Your blood 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
When you bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
You need a little shot of something, dear
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 except the deaf, dumb and blind
Mayor Conner’s on the couch, Father McGowen’s at the bar
Chief Horden’s at the door checking who the fuck you are
Seesaw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice
Carry me into a back room and dim the lights
My arms strapped to the table
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 except the deaf, dumb and blind
Mayor Conner’s on the couch, Father McGowen’s at the bar
Chief Horden’s at the door checking who the fuck you are
Seesaw Bobby dressed in drag and Mr. Nice
Carry me into a back room and dim the lights
My arms strapped to the table
A thousand angels spinning up the room
A voice whispers in my head: “We do what we must do
When we bring it on down to Harry's Place"
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name
If he didn’t exist, it’d all go on just the same
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
A voice whispers in my head: “We do what we must do
When we bring it on down to Harry's Place"
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
Nobody knows his number, nobody knows his name
If he didn’t exist, it’d all go on just the same
Bring it on down to Harry's Place
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
(Bring it on down to Harry's Place)
TERRITORIO DE HARRY
Hipsters del centro esnifándose
una raya
En la cocina
trabajando la mina de carbón
Un pecado
personal, que apenas puedes confesar
Un problemilla
embarazoso
Tal vez
necesites un traje nuevo
Un diamante en
bruto que puliste demasiado
Necesitas ayuda
para este asunto
Una pequeña molestia
en tu jardín
Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry
Cuando Harry
habla son las calles de Harry
En casa de
Harry son las reglas de Harry
No quieras
estar cerca, hermano, cuando Harry enseña
Es el coche
de Harry, la esposa de Harry
Los perros de
Harry corren por la ciudad de Harry
Escupes dinero
sangriento que lustra la corona de Harry
No jodes con
el dinero de Harry
No jodes a
las chicas de Harry
Estas son las
reglas, este es el mundo
Cuando lo resuelves
en territorio de Harry
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
Necesitas un
pequeño trago de algo
Para mejorar
tu salud
Una prueba de
esa pequeña debilidad que te permites
Andas
buscando la llave de esa caja en la que te encerraste
Ponte a la
cola para ser uno de los amigos de Harry
Una esquina
repugnante, sin luz, sin letrero
Nadie en la
calle más que los sordos, mudos y ciegos
El alcalde Conner
está en el sofá, el Padre McGowen en el bar
El Jefe
Horden en el portal investigando quién coño eres
Seesaw Bobby disfrazado
de mujer y Mr. Nice
Me llevan a
un cuarto trasero y bajan las luces
Me atan los
brazos a la mesa
Un millar de
ángeles revoloteando
Un susurro en
mi cabeza: “Cumplimos con nuestro deber
Y lo
resolvemos en territorio de Harry”
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
Nadie sabe su
número, nadie sabe su nombre
Si no hubiera
existido, todo habría sido igual
Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
(Resuélvelo en
territorio de Harry)
* Aunque la interpretación sea similar a la de temas intimistas
como Goin’ Cali o When The Lights Go Out, la letra recuerda más a la brutalidad
y la violencia callejera de Murder Incorporated.
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