The Eve of Destruction
PF Sloan © 1965
The eastern world, it is exploding
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
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 tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears 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 ya
boy, it's bound to scare ya 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.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
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
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you 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
Mm, no no, you
don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.
