Sumo Teléfonos/White Trash Lyrics

Night is down, on insect town
i´m sitting glued to the glowing tube
tedius, tedium, is flowing slow
about the crying for something i could really use
we´re worker ants, or we´re ants with wings?
saying "god i´m high" or "christ, i´m late"
asking girls and women, "would you show me the way?"
to, the crumble sheets and naughtier things
but it´s sad, ´t´s so sad
old people shouln´t take it quite so bad, I know,
but it´s sad, sad, sad...
well the sadness of, a lone 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 birds have flown from the "uptown"
and a family I know, has built and 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, sad...
well the sadness of, a lone dead star late night, tv
the sadness of, shooting away your bloom
and of old crumpled men, in their wokday suits
and, telephones ringing in empty rooms, ok...

Ska, ska...

I said people of Babylon, "well if you wanna be wrong, you gotta be strong"
cause if you don´t, you´ll go down, down, down
well you bite the hand that feeds you
spite in the face of those who needs you
don´t you know when you´re old,
who is gonna feed when you´re on your own.
I heard my black brothers tell me everyday,
about how they been put down in a so many ways
Well, don´t you know rasta?, we´ve 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,
White Trash, in a british man
White Trash in a Birmingham
White Trash, were we´re living, Hurlingham, URLINGAN!

Ska, ska...

People of the Argentine
you easy eat you´re meet your everyday,
you´re looking so fine,
don´t you know what´s happening to,
you´re going down all the time
cause you bite the hand that feeds you
spit in the face of those who needs you
don´t you know when you´re old,
who is gonna feed you when you´re on your own.
I heard my black brother 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 is...

White Trash, in a Babylon
White Trash, in a London
White Trash, acá! in Buenos Aires town!,
you better belive it
White Trash, in a Birmingham
White Trash, in a Twinkcenham
White Trash, were we´re living, Hurlingham,
c´mon Baby, Hurlingham!