Where the street becomes a wallnThe spectre fell against itnWithout a cry or a wailnHere in the darknessnHis black and green will ramnThere's no more lack of consciencenThat isn't due a plannOh, the spectrennThe spectre had no foodnThe spectre wasn't guiltnHe had no light, he had no lightnHis shadow overspillednAnd 'cross the rugged rangesnOf kerbs and broken mindsnThe spectre wasn't finishednThe spectre was the nightnOh, the spectrennBehold the shining silvernOf a coin held in your handnThe spectre isn't greedynHe recalls he is a mannWhile all through the midnightnOppression only criesnSee, oh see the spectrenCaught for the compromisenOh, the spectrenOh, the spectrenWhere the street becomes a wallnThe spectre fell against itnWithout a cry or a wail