Eve Of Destruction
The eastern world it tis 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 you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today?
But If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
But take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
But think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around you it's all Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for eight days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
Well you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Well hate your next door neighbor, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you'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 you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today?
But If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
But take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
But think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around you it's all Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for eight days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
Well you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Well hate your next door neighbor, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Well, you don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
You don't believe you're on the eve of destruction.
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Writer(s): Barry Mcguire
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