The Days of Pearly Spencer Lord of the Lost

[Verse 1]
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
In silence 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

[Chorus]
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah, ah, ah
The race is almost run

[Verse 2]
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 thеy stand and stare
Through eyes that nеither know nor care
Where the grass has gone

[Chorus]
The days of Pearly Spencer
Ah, ah, ah
The race is almost run