Night is down in insect town
Im sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Tedious, tedium, is flowing slow
About the crying for something I could really use
Were worker ants, or were ants with wings?
Saying God Im high or Christ, Im late
Asking girls and women
Wont you show me the way?
To, crumple sheets and naughtier things
But its sad, its so sad
Old people shouldnt take it quite so bad, I know
But its sad, sad, sad
Well 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 pocket town
And a family I know, has built an ark
Its been raining long in a steady flow
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
Its sad, its so sad
Old people never had it quite so bad
And its sad, sad, sad
Well 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, okey
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skabadubadem
Skabadubadem, skabadubadem
I said, people of Babylon
Well if you wanna be wrong, youve gotta be strong
Cause if you dont you fall down, down, down
Well, you bite the hands that feeds you
Spit in the face of those who need you
Dont you know when youre old, who is gonna feed you, when youre on your own?
I hear my black brothers tell me every day
About how theyve been put down in so many ways
Well, dont you know rasta?
Weve 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, yeah
White Trash in a rich man
White Trash in a Babylon
White Trash, were were living, Hurlingham, Hurlingham! Yeah!
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Ska, ska, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skabadubadem
Skein, skein, skeinbadubadem
People of the Argentine
You easy eat your meet everyday
Youre looking so fine
Dont you know whats happening to
Youre going down all the time
Cause you bite the hand that feeds you
Spit in the face of those who need you
Dont you know when youre old, who is gonna feed you, when youre on your own?
I hear my black brothers tell me everday
About how they been put down in a so many ways
Dont you know rasta?
Some of us been treated in just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White Trash, in a Babylon
White Trash, in a London
White Trash, acá! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive it
White Trash, in a fishingskid
White Trash, in a Twinkcenham
White Trash, were were living, Hurlingham, cmon baby, Hurlingham! Yeah!
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