[Intro]
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[Estrofa]
Am 
  Night is down in insect town 
Dm 
  I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube 
Em 
  Tedious, tedium, flowing slow 
                                         Am   D - A - G  
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' 
Am  
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 
                      Am   D - A - G  
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 
Am                               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
[Puente]
| Am | Dm | Em |
[Estrofa]
Am Dm Em 
SKa ,Ska,
Am Dm Em 
SKa ,Ska,
Am Dm Em 
SKa ,Ska,
Am Dm Em 
SKa ,Ska,
Am Dm Em 
SKa ,Ska, 
Am                        Dm 
People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong 
                      Em 
You've got to be strong 
      Em 
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?  
Am  
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 
Am  
I look around and all I see is 
Am  
White trash in a Babylon 
Dm 
White trash in a London 
Em                                      Am 
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town 
Am  
White trash in Twinckenham 
Dm 
White trash in Birmingham 
Em                                 Am 
White trash where I live in Hurlingham. 

[Solo]
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[Estrofa]
Am-Dm-Em
Ska, Ska... 
Am
People of the Argentine
          Dm
You eat your meat everyday
          Dm 
And you dress so fine
Em
What about your brothers in Africa
Em 
Dying, starving
             Am
All of the time?
Am 
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?
Am
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
Am
I look around and all I see is 
Am
White trash in a Babylon 
Dm
White trash in a London
Em                               Am
White trash aca in Buenos Aires town
Am
You've got a bilieve it 
Am
White trash in Twinckenham 
Dm
White trash in Birmingham
Em                                 Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
[Outro]
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