The Eve of Destruction

PF Sloan © 1965

 
 
 
 

The eastern world, it is exploding

Violence flariní, bullets loadiní

Youíre old enough to kill, but not for votiní

You donít believe in war, but whatís that gun youíre totiní

And even the Jordan River has bodies floatiní

 

But you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you donít believe

Weíre on the eve

of destruction.

 

Donít you understand what Iím tryiní to say

Canít you feel the fears Iím feeliní today?

If the button is pushed, thereís no runniní away

Thereíll be no one to save, with the world in a grave

[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

 

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you donít believe

Weíre on the eve

of destruction.

 

Yeah, my bloodís so mad feels like coagulatiní

Iím sitting here just contemplatiní

I canít twistthe truth, it knows no regulation.

Handful of senators donít pass legislation

And marches alone canít bring integration

When human respect is disintegratiní

This whole crazy world is just too frustratiní

 

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you donít believe

Weíre 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 4 days in space

But when you return, itís the same old place

The poundiní of the drums, the pride and disgrace

You can bury your dead, but donít leave a trace

Hate your next-door neighbor, but donít forget to say grace

AndÖ tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend

You donít believe

Weíre on the eve

Of destruction

Mm, no no, you donít believe

Weíre on the eve

of destruction.

 

 

 

 

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