Marc Almond - The Days of Pearly Spencer Lyrics
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    The Days of Pearly Spencer

    A 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 daylight's brightness shuns

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    Ahh Ahh
    The race is almost run

    Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
    Gazing as the swollen mass
    On concrete fields where grows no grass
    He stumbles blindly on

    Iron trees smother the air
    But withering they stand and stare
    Through eyes that neither know nor care
    Where the grass has gone

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    Ahh Ahh
    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
    Ahh Ahh
    The race is almost run
    The days of Pearly Spencer
    Ahh Ahh
    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 don't you shed more tears
    For those best forgotten years
    Those tenements are memories
    Of where you've risen from

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    Ahh Ahh
    The race is almost won

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