tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoe less feet
Inside it's long and [bad word] 
Watched by shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Trough walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is [bad word] 

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
Trough eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is [bad word] 

Pearly where's your milk white skin?
What that stubble on your chin?
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 [bad word] 

The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is [bad word] 
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is [bad word] 

tenement, a dirty street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
The way your life has 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 [bad word]