Marc Almond - The Devil (Okay) (Le Diable) Lyrics
A tenement, a dirty streetWalked and worn by shoeless feetInside it's long and so completeWatched by a shivering sunOld eyes in a small child's faceWatching as the shadows raceThrough walls and cracks and leave no traceAnd daylight's 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 where's your milk white skinWhat's that stubble on your chinIt's buried in the rot gut ginYou played and lost not wonYou played a house that can't be beatNow look your head's 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 don't you shed more tearsFor those best forgotten yearsThose tenements are memoriesOf where you've risen fromThe days of Pearly SpencerThe race is almost won
