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"A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside its long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small childs face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylights 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 wheres your milk white skin Whats that stubble on your chin Its buried in the rot gut gin You played and lost not won You played a house that cant be beat Now look your heads 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 dont you shed more tears For those best forgotten years Those tenements are memories Of where youve risen from The days of pearly spencer The race is almost won "