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 being guilty is just good business Well we're 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 Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild Murrow turning over in his grave Murrow turning over in his grave Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild
Half-closed eyes and unconcious 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 takes the gold makes the spirit mean
Murrow turning over in his grave Murrow turning over in his grave Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild Murrow turning over in his grave Murrow turning over in his grave Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild