Days Of Pearly Spencer 歌词

A tenderment , a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watch by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylight's brightness shuns The days of Pearly Spencer 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 Trough eyes that niether know nor care Where the grass is gone The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run Pearly where's your milk white skin ? What that stubble on your kin ? 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 The days of Pearly Spencer 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 has gone So Pearly don't you shed more tears Those tenements are memories Of where you've risen from The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run