Lyrics

[Verse 1] All the sainted sinners They pay handsomely M S C A E they make the weapons And they run the prisons And they sell the justice Because being guilty is just good business Well we're standing out on the borderline Ain't no one here going to stop it now [Chorus][x2] Murrow's turning over in his grave (Murrow's turning over in his grave) Ed Murrow had a child the damn thing went wild [Verse 2] Half-closed eyes and unconscious 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 [Chorus][x2]