FLEETWOOD MAC - Murrow Turning Over In His Grave

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    "Murrow Turning Over In His Grave"
    All the sainted sinners
    They pay handsomely
    M S C A E they make the weapons
    And they run the prisons
    And they sell the justice
    'Cause being guilty is just good business
    Well we're standing out on the borderline
    Ain't no one here gonna stop it now
    
    Murrow's turnin' over in his grave (Murrow's turnin' over in his grave)
    Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
    Murrow's turnin' over in his grave (Murrow's turnin' over in his grave)
    Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
    
    Half-closed eyes and unconscious death
    Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out 
    From the pneumatic drills and sharpened knives? 
    Blood in the sky are you dead or alive? 
    All the restless people and the bitter green 
    Well, it takes the gold makes the spirit mean 
    
    Murrow's turnin' over in his grave (Murrow's turnin' over in his grave)
    Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
    Murrow's turnin' over in his grave (Murrow's turnin' over in his grave)
    Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild

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