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FLEETWOOD MAC lyrics : "Murrow Turning Over In His Grave"

All the sainted sinners
They pay handsomely
And eventually?

They make the weapons
And they run the prisons
And they sell the justice

Cause being guilty is
Just good business
And we'll be standing on

The borderline
Ain't no one there gonna
Stop it now


Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out

Murrow turning over in his grave
He's gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave

Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
He's gonna run wild


Half-closed eyes
And the country's deadly

Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out
From your pneumatic drills and sharpening knives
Blood in the sky

Are you dead or alive?
All the restless people and the bitter green
Well it fakes this gold, makes the spirit mean


Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out

Murrow turning over in his grave
He's gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave

Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
He's gonna run wild

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