Murrow Turning Over In His Grave - Fleetwood Mac (佛利伍麦克合唱团)

All the sainted sinners

They pay handsomely

And eventually

They make the weapons

And they run the prisons

And they sell the justice 'cause

'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

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

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

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave