Eve of Destruction (Remastered)
The eastern world it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, ya don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand, what I'm tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears that I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
And ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, ya don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when your return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Ah, no, no
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, ya don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand, what I'm tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears that I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
And ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, ya don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when your return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Ah, no, no
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Credits
Writer(s): P. F. Sloan
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Other Album Tracks
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- It Was a Very Good Year (Mono) (Remastered)
- Your Maw Said You Cried (Mono) (Remastered)
- Eve of Destruction (Mono) (Remastered)
- Glitter and Gold (Mono) (Remastered)
- Let Me Be (Mono) (Remastered)
- Let the Cold Winds Blow (Mono) (Remastered)
- It Ain't Me Babe (Mono) (Remastered)
- A Walk in the Sun (Mono) (Remastered)
- Last Laugh (Mono) (Remastered)
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