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Sumo - Teléfonos/White Trash
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.
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 tell me every day
about how they've been put down in so many ways.
Well, don't you know 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 rich man,
white trash in Babylon,
white trash were we´re living, hurlingham.
URLINGAN! YEAH!
Ska, Ska...
People of the Argentina
you eat your meat everyday
and you dress so fine.
What about your brothers in Africa
dying, starving
all of the time?
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 tell me every day
about how they've been put down in so many ways.
Well, don't you know 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.
White trash in Birmingham,
white trash in Twinckenham,
white trash where I live in Hurlingham.
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