Intro: Am y al aire
(Am)
Night is down in insect town
(Dm)
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
(Em)
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
(Am)
I'm crying for something I could really use
(Dm)
We're worker ants, or ants with wings
(Em) (Am)
Saying 'God I'm high' or 'Christ, I'm late'
Asking girls and women
(Dm)
'Won't you show us the way
(Em) (Am)
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? '
(Dm)
But it's sad, so sad
(Em)
The old people never had not quite so bad
[not this way, anyway]
(Am)
And it,s sad, sad, sad
(Dm)
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
(Em) (Am)
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
(Dm) (Em)
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
(Am)
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
(Dm) (Em)
All the birs have flown from the uptown
(Am)
And a family I know has built an ark
(Dm)
It's been raining long in a steady flow
(Em) (Am)
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
(Dm)
But is sad, so sad
(Em)
The old people never had not quite so bad.
(Am)
And it,s sad, sad, sad
(Dm)
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
(Em) (Am)
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
(Dm) (Em)
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
(Am)
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
[Cambia a ritmo de ska]
(Am)-(Dm)-(Em)
SKa ,Ska,....
(Am) (Dm)
People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong
(Em)
You've got to be strong
If not you'll go down
(Am)
Down, down down
You can bite the hands that feeds you
(Dm)
Spit in the face of those who needs you
(Em)
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
(Am)
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
(Dm)
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
(Em)
Well, what about us Rasta?
(Am)
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
(Dm)
White trash in a London
(Em) (Am)
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town
White trash in Twinckenham
(Dm)
White trash in Birmingham
(Em) (Am)
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
(Am)-(Dm)-(Em)
Solo
(Am)-(Dm)-(Em)
Ska, Ska...
(Am)
People of the Argentine
(Dm)
You eat your meat everyday
And you dress so fine
(Em)
What about your brothers in Africa
Dying, starving
(Am)
All of the time?
Couse you can bite the hands that feeds you
(Dm)
Spit in the face of those who needs you
(Em)
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
(Am)
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
(Dm)
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
(Em)
Well, what about us Rasta?
(Am)
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
(Dm)
White trash in a London
(Em) (Am)
White trash aca in Buenos Aires town
You've got a bilieve it
White trash in Twinckenham
(Dm)
White trash in Birmingham
(Em) (Am)
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
(Am)-(Dm)-(Em) hasta el final.