Apéndice The smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free The Death Of Emmett Till While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea ’Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago If you can’t speak out against this kind When a young boy from Chicago town of thing, a crime that’s so unjust stepped through a Southern door Your eyes are filled with dead men’s This boy’s dreadful tragedy I can still dirt, your mind is filled with dust remember well Your arms and legs they must be in The color of his skin was black and his shackles and chains, and your blood name was Emmett Till it must refuse to flow For you let this human race fall down so Some men they dragged him to a barn God-awful low! and there they beat him up They said they had a reason, but I can’t This song is just a reminder to remind remember what your fellow man They tortured him and did some things That this kind of thing still lives today in too evil to repeat that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan There were screaming sounds inside But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if the barn, there was laughing sounds we gave all we could give out on the street We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain And they threw him in the waters wide Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues to cease his screaming pain The reason that they killed him there, Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue and I’m sure it ain’t no lie I didn’t know what in the world I wus Was just for the fun of killin’ him and to gonna do watch him slowly die Them Communists they wus comin’ around And then to stop the United States of They wus in the air yelling for a trial They wus on the ground Two brothers they confessed that they They wouldn’t gimme no peace . . . had killed poor Emmett Till But on the jury there were men who So I run down most hurriedly helped the brothers commit this And joined up with the John Birch awful crime Society And so this trial was a mockery, but I got me a secret membership card nobody seemed to mind And started off a-walkin’ down the road Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now! I saw the morning papers but I could Look out you Commies! not bear to see

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Now we all agree with Hitler’s views Well, I investigated all the books in the Although he killed six million Jews library It don’t matter too much that he was a Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned Fascist away At least you can’t say he was a I investigated all the people that I Communist! knowed That’s to say like if you got a cold you Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go take a shot of malaria The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt my bed guy Looked in the sink, behind the door To my knowledge there’s just one man Looked in the glove compartment of my That’s really a true American: George car Lincoln Rockwell Couldn’t find ’em . . . I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath When I run outa things to investigate the chair Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else I looked way up my chimney hole So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ I even looked deep down inside my myself! toilet bowl Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, They got away . . . great God!

Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat Figured they wus in my T.V. set If 6 was 9 Peeked behind the picture frame (Yeah) Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up (Sing a song, brother) in the brain If the sun refused to shine, Them Reds caused it! I don't mind, I don't mind. I know they did . . . them hard-core (Yeah) ones If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Well, I quit my job so I could work all Got my own world to live through alone And I ain't gonna copy you. Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, Followed some clues from my detective I don't mind, I don't mind. bag If all the hippies cut off their hair, And discovered they wus red stripes on I don't care, I don't care. the American flag! Did, 'cos I got my own world to live That ol’ Betsy Ross . . . through

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And I ain't gonna copy you. In fact, they look so strange

White-collar conservatives flashing Raise your glass to the hard working down the street people Pointing their plastic finger at me. Lets drink to the uncounted heads They're hoping soon my kind will drop Lets think of the wavering millions and die, Who need leaders but get gamblers But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high . instead . . HIGH! Spare a thought for the stay-at-home Hah, hah voter Falling mountains just don't fall on me His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty Point on mister Buisnessman, shows You can't dress like me. And a parade of the gray suited grafters Nobody know what I'm talking about A choice of cancer or polio I've got my own life to live I'm the one that's gonna have to die And when I look in the faceless crowd When it's time for me to die A swirling mass of gray and So let me live my life the way I want to. Black and white They don't look real to me Yeah . . . Or don't they look so strange Sing on brother, Play on brother . . . Lets drink to the hard working people Lets think of the lowly of birth The Rolling Stones Spare a thought for the rag taggy Salt of the Earth people Lets drink to the salt of the earth Lets drink to the hard working people Lets drink to the lowly of birth Lets drink to the hard working people Raise your glass to the good and the Lets drink to the salt of the earth evil Lets drink to the two thousand million Lets drink to the salt of the earth Lets think of the humble of birth

Black Sabbath Say a prayer for the common foot soldier War Pigs Spare a thought for his back breaking work Generals gathered in their masses, Say a prayer for his wife and his just like witches at black masses. children Evil minds that plot destruction, Who burn the fires and who still till the sorcerers of death's construction. earth In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning. And when I search a faceless crowd Death and hatred to mankind, A swirling mass of gray and poisoning their brainwashed minds. Black and white Oh lord, yeah! They don't look real to me

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Politicians hide themselves away. me suben el agua la leche también They only started the war. subieron la mota también el alcohol Why should they go out to fight? y López Portillo va a ser el ganón They leave that role to the poor, yeah. es que nuestros impuestos están trabajando Time will tell on their power minds, es que nuestros impuestos están making war just for fun. trabajando Treating people just like pawns in y cada día hay que pagar más chess, wait till their judgement day comes, The Sex Pistols yeah. Anarchy in the U.K.

Now in darkness world stops turning, I am an anti-christ ashes where the bodies burning. I am an anarchist No more War Pigs have the power, Don't know what I want but Hand of God has struck the hour. I know how to get it Day of judgement, God is calling, I wanna destroy the passer by cos I on their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercies for their sins, I wanna BE anarchy! Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. No dogs body! Oh lord, yeah! Anarchy for the U.K it's coming Three Souls in my Mind sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line Nuestros impuestos your future dream is a shopping La familia de Echeverría scheme a un gran viaje se piro doña Esther y su marido cos I, I wanna BE anarchy! se fueron a dar un roll In the city es que nuestros impuestos están trabajando How many ways to get what you want es que nuestros impuestos están I use the best I use the rest trabajando I use the enemy y cada día hay que pagar más I use anarchy cos I

La tira ya tiene lujosas patrullas I wanna BE anarchy! que cuestan un dineral los sardos THE ONLY WAY TO BE! tienen armas nuevas pa'apañar al personal Is this the M.P.L.A es que nuestros impuestos Or is this the U.D.A están trabajando Or is this the I.R.A es que nuestros impuestos están I thought it was the U.K or just trabajando another country y cada día hay que pagar más another council tenancy

Me suben la renta, me suben la luz I wanna be anarchy

4 and I wanna be anarchy God saves Know what I mean And I wanna be anarchist! God save the queen Get pissed, destroy! We mean it man And there is no future God Save the Queen In England's dreaming

God save the queen No future, no future, The fascist regime No future for you They made you a moron No future, no future, Potential H-bomb No future for me

God save the queen No future, no future, She ain't no human being There is no future No future for you No future, no future In England's dreaming For you

Don't be told what you want Don't be told what you need There's no future, no future, Know Your Enemy No future for you Huh! God save the queen Yeah, we're comin' back then with We mean it man another We love our queen Think ya know what it's all about God saves Huh! Hey yo, so check this out God save the queen Yeah! 'Cause tourists are money Know your enemy! And our figurehead Come on! Is not what she seems Born with insight and a raised fist Oh God save history A witness to the slit wrist, that's with God save your mad parade As we move into '92 Oh Lord God have mercy Still in a room without a view All crimes are paid Ya got to know Ya got to know When there's no future That when I say go, go, go How can there be sin Amp up and amplify We're the flowers in the dustbin Defy We're the poison in your human I'm a brother with a furious mind machine Action must be taken We're the future, your future We don't need the key We'll break in God save the queen We mean it man Something must be done We love our queen About vengeance, a badge and a gun

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'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip All of which are American dreams (8 the system times) I was born to rage against 'em All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams Fist in ya face, in the place All of which are American dreams And I'll drop the style clearly All of which are American dreams Know your enemy...Know your enemy! All of which are American dreams Yeah! All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh! Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Of Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane Killing in the name of! The finger to the land of the chains Some of those that work forces, are the What? The land of the free? same that burn crosses Whoever told you that is your enemy? Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Now something must be done Some of those that work forces, are the About vengeance, a badge and a gun same that burn crosses 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip Some of those that work forces, are the the system same that burn crosses I was born to rage against 'em Huh!

Now action must be taken Killing in the name of! We don't need the key Killing in the name of We'll break in And now you do what they told ya I've got no patience now And now you do what they told ya So sick of complacence now And now you do what they told ya I've got no patience now And now you do what they told ya So sick of complacence now And now you do what they told ya Sick of sick of sick of sick of you And now you do what they told ya Time has come to pay... And now you do what they told ya Know your enemy! And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya Come on! And now you do what they told ya Yes I know my enemies And now you do what they told ya They're the teachers who taught me to But now you do what they told ya fight me Well now you do what they told ya Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Those who died are justified, for Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite wearing the badge, they're the chosen

6 whites Those who died are justified, for You justify those that died by wearing wearing the badge, they're the chosen the badge, they're the chosen whites whites Those who died are justified, for You justify those that died by wearing wearing the badge, they're the chosen the badge, they're the chosen whites whites Come on! You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Yeah! Come on!

Some of those that work forces, are the Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me same that burn crosses Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Some of those that work forces, are the Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me same that burn crosses Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Some of those that work forces, are the Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me same that burn crosses Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Some of those that work forces, are the Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me same that burn crosses Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Uggh! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Killing in the name of! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Killing in the name of Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! And now you do what they told ya Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! And now you do what they told ya Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! And now you do what they told ya Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! And now you do what they told ya Motherfucker! And now you do what they told ya, now Uggh! you're under control (7 times) And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now Yeah people come up you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this you're under control one And now you do what they told ya, now Check it, since 1516 minds attacked you're under control and overseen And now you do what they told ya, now Now crawl amidst the ruins of this you're under control empty dream And now you do what they told ya, now Wit their borders and boots on top of us you're under control Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic And now you do what they told ya! metropolis But how you gonna get what you need Those who died are justified, for ta get? wearing the badge, they're the chosen Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get whites offensive like Tet You justify those that died by wearing Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim the badge, they're the chosen whites Tha spirit of Cuauhtémoc alive an

7 untamed It's comin' back around again! Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica It's comin' back around again! That vulture came ta try and steal ya This is for the people of the sun! name It's comin' back around! But now you got a gun, yeah this is for Of the sun the people of the sun Testify It's comin' back around again! The movie ran through me This is for the people of the sun! The glamour subdue me It's comin' back around again! Uh! The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me It's comin' back around again! Mister anchor assure me This is for the people of the sun! That Baghdad is burning It's comin' back around again! Uh! Your voice it is so soothing

That cunning mantra of killing Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped I need you my witness ya back To dress this up so bloodless Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm To numb me and purge me now the Marlboro man, uh Of thoughts of blaming you Our past blastin' on through the verses Yes the car is our wheelchair Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway My witness your coughing like hearses Oily silence mocks the legless Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist, Now traveling in coffins Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista But on the corner resist The jury's sleepless From tha era of terror check this photo We found your weakness lens, And it's right outside our door Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse Now testify Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica With precision you feed me That vulture came to try and steal ya My witness I'm hungry name Your temple it calms me But now you found a gun, you're So I can carry on history, this is for the people of the sun My slaving sweating the skin right off

my bones It's comin' back around again! On a bed of fire I'm choking on the This is for the people of the sun! smoke that fills my home It's comin' back around again! Yeah! The wrecking ball rushing

My witness your blushing It's comin' back around again! The pipeline is gushing This is for the people of the sun! While here we lie in tombs It's comin' back around again! While on the corner

The jury's sleepless It's comin' back around again! We found your weakness This is for the people of the sun!

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And it's right outside your door Si nos quedamos Juntos vamos a ganar? Si ! Now testify Hit em where it hurts And bite the hand that feeds Mass graves for the pump and the price You might get one to three is set Or probation and a fine But I know where I'm gonna be Who controls the past now controls the I'm gonna be right on that front line future Who controls the present now controls For and Caesar Chavez the past Who fought in their own time Who controls the past now controls the For our brothers and our sisters future Up and down that picket line Who controls the present now? For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long Now testify For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong The Nightwatchman Union Song Now dirty scabs will cross the line While others stand aside and look For the fired auto workers But ain't nobody never got nothin' That didn't raise their voice and push Who were twisted, tricked and robbed To the peasant in Guatemala Like the steel worker in Ohio In a sweatshop got your job The miner in West Virginia And she can't feed her family The teacher in Chicago On the pennies that she makes Janitor in Mississippi Meanwhile the crime rate's rising From the sweatshops of L.A. Up and down the Great Lake states To the fields of Mission Flats There's a thunder cloud exploding And I'm free at last Like vegetables left in the field The signatures smell rotten On the contracts and the deeds Like Joe Hill and Caesar Chavez That push the race down to the bottom Who fought in their own time As they load the rubber bullets Like our brothers and our sisters As they fire another round Up and down that picket line I'm heading into the tear gas Like the unnamed and unnumbered Dig in man, hold your ground Who struggle brave and long Like the union men and women For Joe Hill and Caesar Chavez Standing up and standing strong Who fought in their own time For our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong

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