Inner City Spillover by Blondie
Lying in her bed a brick fell on her head.
Plaster finally crumbled and dropped it's load.
Oh oh.
Now the building was condemned.
Recycled, used again.
The brick that smashed her brain is now a road in maine.
When the pressure is way way down, the water comes out brown.
It was on television they took her brain uptown.
Fearing (peace? ) would poison her, some abstract modern saint.
A painting or a sculpture or a cultural restraint.
Inner city spillover.
Where the big time ticks.
Royal rose's ovens, have to warm, what the furnace skips.
Inner city spillover.
Pop the scene.
Inner city spillover.
Isle of dreams.
Inner city spillover.
Workmen on the beam.
Lying on her bed a brick fell on her head.
You find the ace of hearts and win.
It's easy man!
At a higher school of knowledge, they put her brain in college.
Replacement parts and slippery cards will come around again.
The writings on the wall.
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