Chords of Sumo: Telefonos sonando en habitaciones vacias
Luca Prodan
Corpi~os en la madrugada [1982]
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.
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