Eve of Destruction (Mono)
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, 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
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
And can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running 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 you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you 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
Oh 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, 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
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
And can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running 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 you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend
Ah, you 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
Oh no, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Credits
Writer(s): P. F. Sloan
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