Letra de Teléfonos / White Trash
Night is down in insect town I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube Tedious, tedium, is flowing slow About the crying for something I could really useWe're worker ants, or we're ants with wings? Saying "God I'm high" or "Christ, I'm late" Asking girls and women Won't you show me the way? To, crumple sheets and naughtier things But it's sad, it's so sad Old people shouldn't take it quite so bad, I know But it's sad, sad, sadWell 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 roomsAll the birs have flown from the pocket town 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 It's sad, it's so sad Old people never had it quite so bad And it's sad, sad, sadWell 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, okeySka, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubademSka, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubademSkein, skein, skabadubadem Skein, skein, skabadubadem Skein, skein, skabadubadem Skabadubadem, skabadubademI said, people of Babylon Well if you wanna be wrong, you've gotta be strong Cause if you don't you fall down, down, downWell, you bite the hands that feeds you Spit in the face of those who need you Don't you know when you're old, who is gonna feed you, when you're on your own?I hear my black brothers tell me every day About how they've been put down in so many ways Well, don't you know rasta? We've been treated just the same way I look around and all I see isWhite trash in a Babylon White trash in a London White trash right here in Buenos Aires town, yeah White Trash in a rich man White Trash in a Babylon White Trash, were we're living, Hurlingham, Hurlingham! Yeah!Ska, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubadem Ska, ska, skabadubademSkein, skein, skabadubadem Skein, skein, skabadubadem Skein, skein, skeinbadubademPeople of the Argentine You easy eat your meet everyday You're looking so fine Don't you know what's happening to You're going down all the timeCause you bite the hand that feeds you Spit in the face of those who need you Don't you know when you're old, who is gonna feed you, when you're on your own?I hear my black brothers tell me everday About how they been put down in a so many ways Don't you know rasta? Some of us been treated in just the same way I look around and all I see isWhite Trash, in a Babylon White Trash, in a London White Trash, acá! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive it White Trash, in a fishingskid White Trash, in a Twinkcenham White Trash, were we're living, Hurlingham, c'mon baby, Hurlingham! Yeah!Okay