David McWilliams - Days Of Pearly Spencer lyrics

rate me

tenement, a dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless feet

Inside it's long and so complete, watched by a shivering sun

Old eyes in a small child's 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 where's your milk white skin?

What's that stubble on your chin?

It's buried in the rot gut gin

You played and lost, not won

You played a house that can't be beat

Now look your head's 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