الأغاني: Blondie. Inner City Spillover.

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, statesmen say it all
With the art wars on and the colors crash
Long, long before the fall

One out of these three cards will definitely up the odds
Find the red heart, red to win, drop on in, time out and time in
All the suckers play it again by the Broadway Babies
And the island men and the hotshots gamblin?

Inner City Spillover, pops and picks
Inner City Spillover, where the big time ticks
Inner City Spillover, isle of dreams
Inner City Spillover, workmen on the beam
Inner City Spillover, subway riders fight newsmen

Uncover more horrors to describe okay, sweetheart
Pull over, where'd you learn to drive angels
Eye the people over ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai

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, workmen on the beam