The Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside its long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small childs face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylights brightness shuns
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
Pearly wheres your milk white skin
Whats that stubble on your chin
Its buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that cant be beat
Now look your heads bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life had gone
So pearly dont you shed more tears
For those best forgotten years
Those tenements are memories
Of where youve risen from
The days of pearly spencer
The race is almost won