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.