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 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 
 Through eyes that neither 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'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 
  
 The days of Pearly Spencer 
 The race is almost run 
 The days of Pearly Spencer 
 The race is almost run 
 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 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