Fleetwood Mac - Murrow Turning Over in His Grave lyrics
[Fleetwood Mac - Murrow Turning Over in His Grave lyrics]
M S C A E they make the weapons
And they run the prisons
And they sell the justice
Because being guilty is just good business
Well we're standing out on the borderline
Ain't no one here going to stop it now
Murrow's turning over in his grave
(Murrow's turning 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
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