Fleetwood Mac - Murrow Turning Over In His Grave

FLEETWOOD MAC


Murrow Turning Over In His Grave Lyrics

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
Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
Damn thing went 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
Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
Damn thing went 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
Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
Damn thikng went 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
Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
Damn thing went wild

Songwriter(s): Lindsey Buckingham
Copyright: Now Sounds Music
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