(P.F. Sloan)



The eastern world

It is explodin'

Violence flaring, bullets loading

You're old enough to kill

But not for votin'

You don't believe in war

Then what's that gun you're totin'

When even the Jordan River has bodies floating

But you tell me

Over and over and over again my friend

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 fear that I feel today

If the button i's 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

But you tell me

Over and over and over again my friend

You don't believe we're on

The Eve of Destruction

My blood's so mad

Feels like coagulating

And I'm just sitting here

Contemplating

I can't change the truth

It has no regulation

A handful of senators

Won't pass legislation

And marchers alone

Can't bring integration

When human respect

Is disintegrating

This whole damn world

Is too frustrating

But you tell me

Over and over and over again my friend

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 might leave here

For four days in space

But when you return

It's the same bloody place

The beating of the drums

And the pride and discgrace

You can bury yout dead

But don't hleave a trace

And hate your next-door-neighbor

But don't forget to say grace

But you tell me

Over and over and over again my friend

You don't believe we're on

The Eve of Destruction

Yeah, you don't believe we're on

The Eve of Destruction