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• Artiste: David Mcwilliams
• Titre: Days Of Pearly Spencer
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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 that leave no trace And daylight's brightness shun. Chorus: The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh Ahh The race is almost run Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing at the swollen mass On conrete 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 Chorus: The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh 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 Chorus: The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh Ahh The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh Ahh The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer Ahh Ahh Ahh The race is almost run