All the saints and sinners
They pay handsomely
MSCAE they make the weapons
And they run the prisons
And they sell the justice 'cause
'Cause being guilty is just good business
And when you're standing on the borderline
Ain't no one here going to stop it now

Murrow's turnin' over in (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over in (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child (Murrow turning over in his grave)
The damn thing went wild (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over in (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over in (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child (Murrow turning over in his grave)
The damn thing went wild (Murrow turning over in his grave)

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 fakes the gold, make the spirit mean

Murrow's turnin' over (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child (Murrow turning over in his grave)
The damn thing went wild (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Murrow's turnin' over (Murrow turning over in his grave)
Ed Murrow had a child (Murrow turning over in his grave)
The damn thing went wild (Murrow turning over in his grave)

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Writer(s): Lindsey Buckingham