Текст песни Fleetwood Mac - Murrow Turning Over in His Grave
Fleetwood Mac - Murrow Turning Over in His Grave слова песни
All the sainted sinnersThey pay handsomelyAnd eventually? They make the weaponsAnd they run the prisonsAnd they sell the justiceCause being guilty isJust good businessAnd well be standing onThe borderlineAint no one there gonnaStop it nowMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveBetter watch outMurrow turning over in his graveHes gonna turn wildMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveBetter watch outMurrow turning over in his graveHes gonna run wildHalf-closed eyesAnd the countrys deadlyDo you feel the ooze as your brain drains outFrom your pneumatic drills and sharpening knivesBlood in the skyAre you dead or alive? All the restless people and the bitter greenWell it fakes this gold, makes the spirit meanMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveBetter watch outMurrow turning over in his graveHes gonna turn wildMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveMurrow turning over in his graveBetter watch outMurrow turning over in his graveHes gonna run wild