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Intro: Am  y al aire





Night is down in insect town



I´m sitting here glued to the glowing tube



Tedious, tedium, flowing slow

                                        

I´m crying for something I could really use

                      

We´re worker ants, or ants with wings

                                       

Saying ´God I´m high´ or ´Christ, I´m late´



Asking girls and women

           

´Won´t you show us the way

                                       

To crumple sheets and naughtier things? ´

                     

But it´s sad, so sad

                                       

The old people never had not quite so bad



(not this way, anyway)

                      

And it,s sad, sad, sad

                                        

The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV

                                  

The sadness of shooting away your bloom

                                             

And of old crumpled men in their workday suits

                                 

And telephones ringing in empty rooms

                                      

All the birs have flown from the uptown

                                 

And a family I know has built an ark

                             

It´s been raining long in a steady flow

                                     

And newspaper headlines read bad and stark

                

But is sad, so sad

                                      

The old people never had not quite so bad.

                     

And it,s sad, sad, sad

                                       

The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV

                                  

The sadness of shooting away your bloom

                                             

And of old crumpled men in their workday suits

                                 

And telephones ringing in empty rooms



(Cambia a ritmo de ska)



--

SKa ,Ska,.... 

                 

People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong

                     

You´ve got to be strong



If not you´ll go down

            

Down, down down

                                   

You can bite the hands that feeds you



Spit in the face of those who needs you



But when you´re old, who is gonna feed you

                      

When you´re on your own? 



I hear my black brothers every day



Saying how they´ve been put down in so many ways

            

Well, what about us Rasta?

                                   

Some of us been treated just the same way



I look around and all I see is



White trash in a Babylon



White trash in a London

                                      

White trash right here in Buenos Aires town



White trash in Twinckenham



White trash in Birmingham

                                  

White trash where I live in Hurlingham.

--

Solo

--

Ska, Ska...



People of the Argentine

          

You eat your meat everyday



And you dress so fine



What about your brothers in Africa



Dying, starving

               

All of the time?



Couse you can bite the hands that feeds you



Spit in the face of those who needs you



But when you´re old, who is gonna feed you

                      

When you´re on your own? 



I hear my black brothers every day



Saying how they´ve been put down in so many ways

            

Well, what about us Rasta?

                                       

Some of us been treated just the same way



I look around and all I see is



White trash in a Babylon



White trash in a London

                               

White trash aca in Buenos Aires town



You´ve got a bilieve it



White trash in Twinckenham



White trash in Birmingham

                                  

White trash where I live in Hurlingham.



-- hasta el final.