Spectre

Where the street becomes a wall

The spectre fell against it

Without a cry or a wail

Here in the darkness

His black and green will ram

There's no more lack of conscience

That isn't due a plan

Oh, the spectre



The spectre had no food

The spectre wasn't guilt

He had no light, he had no light

His shadow overspilled

And 'cross the rugged ranges

Of kerbs and broken minds

The spectre wasn't finished

The spectre was the night

Oh, the spectre



Behold the shining silver

Of a coin held in your hand

The spectre isn't greedy

He recalls he is a man

While all through the midnight

Oppression only cries

See, oh see the spectre

Caught for the compromise

Oh, the spectre

Oh, the spectre

Where the street becomes a wall

The spectre fell against it

Without a cry or a wail