music and lyrics by Lindsey Buckingham



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 we'll be 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

Murrow turning over in his grave

Murrow turning over in his grave

Better watch out

Murrow turning over in his grave

He's 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

He's gonna run wild 



Half-closed eyes

And the country's 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

He's 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

He's gonna run wild