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