Thank you.
Thank you.
The day is a pearly spencer
Ah, 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 in your heart
Iron trees smother the air with a ring
They stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass has gone
The day is a pearly spencer
Ah, the race is almost run
Pearly wears your milk-white skin
What's that stubble on your chin?
It's buried in the
The rock-gut chin
You played a last hard one
You played a house that can't be beat now
Look, your head's bowed in defeat
You walk too far along the street
It's where only rats can run
The day is a pearly spencer
Ah, the race is almost run
The day is a pearly spencer
Ah, the race is almost run
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shieldless feet
Remember how you stood to be
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
The race is almost won