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FLEETWOOD MAC Miscellaneous 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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