Deborah Harry Inner City Spillover
Lying in her bed
A brick fell on her head
Plaster finally crumbled
And dropped its load
Oh Oh
Though the building was condemned
Recycled abused again
The brick that smashed her brain
Is now a road in Main
When the pressure is way, way, down
The water comes out brown
It was on television
They took her brain uptown
Hey we give the poison eye
Some abstract modern saint
A painting or a sculpture
Or a cultural restraint
Inner city spillover
Where the big time ticks
Royal rows of servants have to warm
What the furnace skips
Inner city spillover
Check out the scene
Inner city spillover
Walk men 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 a brain college
Replacement parts
And slippery cards
We'll come around again
The writings on the wall
Statesmen say it's all
With the odd boys on and the colours crash
Long, long, before the fall
One out of these three cards
Will definatly up the odds
Find the red hot red to win
Drop on in
Time out and time in
All the suckers play again
By the Broadway babies and the island man
And the hotshots gambling
Inner city spillover pops and pics
Inner city spillover where the big time ticks
Inner city spillover isle of dreams
Inner city spillover
Walk man on the beam
Inner city spillover
Subway writers fight
Newsmen uncover more horrors to describe
Okay sweetheart pull over
Where did you learn to drive
Angles ask the people over
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Inner city spillover where the big time ticks
Royal rows of servants have to warm what the furnace
skips
Inner city spillover
Pop the scene
Inner city spillover
Walk men on the beam
