Days Of Pearly Spencer David McWilliams A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet In silence long and so complete Watch by shivering sun. Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks that leave no trace And daylight's brightness shun The days of Pearly Spencer, Ahaha The race is almost run Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass 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, Ahaha The race is almost run Pearly, where's your milk-white skin ? What's that stubble on your chin ? It's buried in the rotgut gin You've 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, Ahaha The race is almost run |