Murrow Turning Over in His Grave — текст песни (Fleetwood Mac)

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 well be standing on

The borderline

Aint 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

Hes 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

Hes gonna run wild



Half-closed eyes

And the countrys 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

Hes 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

Hes gonna run wild