Jackson C. Frank - The Spectre lyrics

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