Marc Almond - The Days Of Pearly Spencer Lyrics
A tenement, a dirty streetWalked and worn by shoeless feetInside its long and so completeWatched by a shivering sunOld eyes in a small childs faceWatching as the shadows raceThrough walls and cracks and leave no traceAnd daylights brightness shunsThe days of pearly spencerThe race is almost runNose pressed hard on frosted glassGazing as the swollen massOn concrete fields where grows no grassStumbles blindly onIron trees smother the airBut withering they stand and stareThrough eyes that neither know nor careWhere the grass is goneThe days of pearly spencerThe race is almost runPearly wheres your milk white skinWhats that stubble on your chinIts buried in the rot gut ginYou played and lost not wonYou played a house that cant be beatNow look your heads bowed in defeatYou walked too far along the streetWhere only rats can runThe days of pearly spencerThe race is almost runThe days of pearly spencerThe race is almost runThe race is almost runA tenement, a dirty streetRemember worn and shoeless feetRemember how you stood to beatThe way your life had goneSo pearly dont you shed more tearsFor those best forgotten yearsThose tenements are memoriesOf where youve risen fromThe days of pearly spencerThe race is almost won
