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.