Sumo – Teléfonos / White Trash lyrics

Night is down in Tinseltown
I'm sitting glued to the glowing tube
Tedious tedium, it's slow and slow
I know the craving 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, "won't you show me the way
To the crumpled 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, sad

Well, the sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your gloom
And of old crumpled men in their workman suits
And telephones ringing in empty rooms

All the birds have flown from the park 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

It's sad, it's so sad
Old people never had it quite so bad
But it’s sad, sad, sad

Well the sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
The sadness of shooting away your gloom
And of old crumpled men in their workmen suits
And telephones ringing in empty rooms

Okay

[White Trash]

[Scat]

I said
People of Babylon
Well if you want to be wrong you've got to be strong
‘Cause if you don’t you’re going down, down, down

Well, you bite the hand that feeds ya
Spit in the face of those who need ya
Don’t you know when you're old
Who is gonna feed ya 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 is

White trash in Babylon
White trash in London
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town

White trash in Richmond
White trash in Birmingham
White trash where we live in Hurlingham

Úrlingham, yeah

[Solo]

[Scat]

People of the Argentine
You’re used to eating meat everyday you’re looking so fine
Don’t you know what’s happening
Dude, you’re going down all of the time

Cos' you bite the hand that feeds ya
Spit in the face of those who need ya
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
Don’t you know Rasta?
Some of us have been treated just the same way

I look around and all I see is

White trash in Babylon
White trash in London
White trash acá in Buenos Aires town

(You better believe it)

White trash in Bishops Green
White trash in Twickenham
White trash where we live in Hurlingham