Intro:

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Night is down in insect town
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I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
G
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
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I'm crying for something I could really use

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We're worker ants, or ants with wings
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Saying "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late"
Am
Asking girls and women
              Dm           Em
"Won't you show us the way
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To crumple sheets and naughtier things? "
Am                  Dm
But it's sad, so sad
Dm                                     Em
The old people never had not quite so bad

(not this way, anyway)
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And it,s sad, sad, sad

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The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
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The sadness of shooting away your bloom
                                          Dm
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
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And telephones ringing in empty rooms
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All the birds have flown from the uptown
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And a family I know has built an ark
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It's been raining long in a steady flow
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And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
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But is sad, so sad
Dm                                    Em
The old people never had not quite so bad.
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And it,s sad, sad, sad

Am                                         Dm
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
Em                                     Am
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
                                     Dm
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
Em                                Am
And telephones ringing in empty rooms (ACÁ CAMBIA RITMO, SE VUELVE MÁS SKA)

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Stengen stengen, scabadobade          ||
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Stengen stengen, scabadobade          ||  x 2
Em
Stengen stengen, scabadobade          ||
Am
Scabadubade scabadubade              ||
                                    //
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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

Am
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?
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I hear my black brothers every day

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
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White trash in a Babylon
Dm
White trash in a London
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White trash right here in Buenos Aires town

Ska, Ska...

G  O

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?


Well you can bite the hand...



I look around and all I see is
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White trash in Birmingham
Dm
White trash in Twinckenham
Em                                 Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham