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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