Murrow Turning Over In His Grave lyrics
All the saints and sinners They pay handsomely MSCAE 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 on the borderline Ain't no one here going to 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 this gold, make 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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