David McWilliams - Days of pearly spencer

A t^Amenement a dirty street w^Emalked and worn by shoeless feed In^Amside of us its so complete watched b^Cy the shivering s^Gun ^AmOld eyes in a small child's face w^Ematching as the shadow race Through w^Amalls and cracks that leave no trace and d^Caylights brightness sh^Gun

^{Dm Em} The days of Pearly Sp^Amencer, ahhhh ahhhh, the r^Dmace is almost r^Amun

N^Amose presst hard on frosted glass g^Emazing as the swollen mass On c^Amoncrete fields where grows no grass s^Ctumbles blindly ^Gon ^AmIron trees smother the air but w^Emithering they stand and stare Through ^Ameyes they neither know nor care wh^Cere the grass has g^Gone

^{Dm Em} The days of Pearly Sp^Amencer, ahhhh ahhhh, the r^Dmace is almost r^Amun

^AmPearly where's your milk white skin wh^Emat's that stubble on your chin It's b^Amurried in the rotgut gin you've pl^Cayed and lost not w^Gon You p^Amayed a house that can't be beat now l^Emook you're heads bowed in defeat You w^Amalked too far along the street wh^Cere only rats can r^Gun

^{Dm Em} The days of Pearly Sp^Amencer, ahhhh ahhhh, the r^Dmace is almost r^Amun ^{Dm Em} The days of Pearly Sp^Amencer, ahhhh ahhhh, the r^Dmace is almost r^Amun