Murrow Turning Over in His Grave Lyrics by Fleetwood Mac

Murrow Turning Over in His Grave Lyrics

    All the sainted sinners
    They pay handsomely
    And eventually?
    They make the weapons
    And they run the prisons
    And they sell the justice
    Cause being guilty is
    Just good business
    And we'll be standing on
    The borderline
    Ain't no one there gonna
    Stop it now

    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Ed Murrow had a child
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    The damn thing went wild
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Better watch out
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    He's gonna run wild

    Half-closed eyes
    And unconscious death
    Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out
    From your pneumatic drills and sharpening knives
    Blood in the sky
    Are you dead or alive?
    All the restless people and the bitter green
    Well it fakes this gold, makes the spirit mean

    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Ed Murrow had a child
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    The damn thing went wild
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    Ed Murrow had a child
    Murrow turning over in his grave
    The damn thing went wild

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