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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 &quot;God I'm high&quot; or &quot;Christ, I'm late&quot; Asking girls and women &quot;Won't you show us the way To crumple sheets and naughtier things? &quot; 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... I said people of babylon, &quot;well if you wanna be wrong, you gotta be strong&quot; cause if you don´t, you´ll go down, down, down well you bite the hand that feeds you spite in the face of those who needs you don´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed when you´re on your own. I heard my black brothers tell me every, about how they been put down in a so many ways Well, don´t you know rasta?, we´ve 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 we´re living, hurlingham, URLINGAN! YEAH! Ska, ska... People of the Argentine you easy eat you´re meet your everyday, you´re looking so fine, don´t you know what´s happening to, you´re going down all the time cause you bite the hand that feeds you spit in the face of those who needs you don´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed you when you´re on your own. I heard my black brother tell me everday, about how they been put down in a so many ways don´t 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, aca! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive it White Trash, in a Birmingham White Trash, in a Twinkcenham White Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, c´mon Baby, Hurlingham, yeah! ------------------------------------- SKa, Ska,.... gente de Babilonía, si quieren estar equivocado tienen que ser fuertes Si no se irán Abajo, abajo abajo pueden morder la mano del que les da de comer escupir a ésos que lo necesitan Pero cuando sean viejos, quien va a alimentarlos ¿Cuando esten por su cuenta? Escucho a mis hermanos negros todos los días Decir cómo han sido maltratados de tantas maneras Bien, ¿y nosotros Rasta? Algunos de nosotros fuimos tratado del mismo modo Miro y todo lo que veo es Basura blanca en Babilonía Basura blanca en London Basura blanca aquí en la ciudad de Buenos Aires Ska, Ska.... gente de argentina comen su carne todos los días Y se visten tan bien Qué hay de sus hermanos en África Moribundo, hambriento ¿Constantemente? Bien, pueden morder la mano.... Miro y todo que veo lo es Basura blanca en Birmingham Basura blanca en Twinckenham Basura blanca donde vivo en Hurlingham.

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