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. 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 every day Saying how they've been put down in so many ways Well, what about us 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 Ska, Ska... People of the Argentine You eat your meat everyday And you dress so fine What about your brothers in Africa Dying, starving All of the time? Well you can bite the hand... I look around and all I see is White trash in Birmingham White trash in Twinckenham White trash where I live in Hurlingham
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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 "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. 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 every day Saying how they've been put down in so many ways Well, what about us 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 Ska, Ska... People of the Argentine You eat your meat everyday And you dress so fine What about your brothers in Africa Dying, starving All of the time? Well you can bite the hand... I look around and all I see is White trash in Birmingham White trash in Twinckenham White trash where I live in Hurlingham