The Days Of Pearly Spencer

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In silence long and so complete
Watched by a shiverin' sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watchin' as the shadows race

Through walls and cracks that leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shine
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah, ha, the race is almost done

Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazin' at the swollen Mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blind the young
Iron trees smother the air
But with a ring they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah, ha, the race is almost done

Pearly, where's your milk white skin
And what's that stubble on your chin
Buried in the rock gut-gin
You played and lost stock won
You played a host that can't be beat
No look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah, ha, the race is almost done.