Lyrics Fleetwood Mac

Fleetwood Mac

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