The Days Of Pearly Spencer Lyrics - Marc Almond

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 

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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 

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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