Marc Almond - The days of pearly spencer

A ^Cmtenement, a dirty street, ^Gmwalked and worn by shoeless feet In^Cmside it's long and so complete, ^Ebwatched by a shivering ^Bbsun ^CmOld eyes in a small child's face ^Gmwatching as the shadows race Through ^Cmwalls and cracks that leave no trace and ^Ebdaylight's brightness ^Bbshun

^{Fm Gm} The days of Pearly ^CmSpencer, ah^Fm hah^Gm, the race is almost ^Cmrun Verse 2: ^CmNose pressed hard on frosted glass ^Gmgazing as the swollen mass On ^Cmconcrete fields where grows no grass ^Ebstumbles blindly ^Bbon ^CmIron trees smother the air but ^Gmwithering, they stand and stare Through ^Cmeyes that neither know nor care ^Ebwhere the grass has ^Bbgone

^{Fm Gm} The days of Pearly ^CmSpencer, ah^Fm hah^Gm, The race is almost ^Cmrun Verse 3: ^CmPearly where's your milk white skin, ^Gmwhat's that stubble on your chin It's ^Cmburied in the rot gut gin, you ^Ebplayed and lost not ^Bbwon You ^Cmplayed a house that can't be beat, now ^Gmlook your head's bowed in defeat You ^Cmwalked too far along the street where ^Ebonly rats can ^Bbrun

^{Fm Gm} The days of Pearly ^CmSpencer, ah^Fm hah^Gm, the race is almost ^Cmrun Chorus: ^{Fm Gm} The days of Pearly ^CmSpencer, ah^Fm hah^Gm, the race is almost ^G#run, the race is almost ^Cmrun

A ^Cmtenement, a dirty street, ^Gmremember worn and shoeless feet Re^Cmmember how you stood to beat ^Ebthe way your life had ^Bbgone So ^CmPearly don't you shed more tears ^Gmfor those best forgotten years Those ^Cmtenements are memories of where ^Ebyou've risen ^Bbfrom

^{Fm Gm} The days of Pearly ^CmSpencer, ah^Fm hah^Gm, the race is almost ^Cmwon