Eve of Destruction
The eastern world it is explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin'.
Your old enough to kill, but not for votin'.
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun your totin'.
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'.
And 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 trying to say,
and can't you feel the fears that I'm feeling 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 you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy.
And 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,
and take a look around to Selma, Alabama.
You may leave here for four 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 neighbour, 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.
No, no, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
