Fleetwood Mac

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 were standing out on the borderline
Aint no one here gonna stop it now
Murrows turnin over in his grave (Murrows turnin over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
Murrows turnin over in his grave (Murrows 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
Murrows turnin over in his grave (Murrows turnin over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
Murrows turnin over in his grave (Murrows turnin over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
[ Murrow Turning Over In His Grave Lyrics ]