All the saints and sinners, they pay handsomely
M.S.C.A.E., 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 going to 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
Ed Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
The 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
Ed Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
The damn thing went wild
Half-closed eyes and unconscuous death
Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out?
From your 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 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
Ed Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
The 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
Ed Murrow had a child
Murrow turning over in his grave
The damn thing went wild
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