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Eve of Destruction

By Barry McGuire

 

 

The eastern worldit tis explodiní

violence flariní, bullets loadiní,

youíre old enough to killbut not for votiní,

you donít believe in war, 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 believeweíre on the eve of destruction.

 

Donít you understand, what Iím trying to say?

Canít you see the fearthat Iím feeling today?

If the button is pushed, thereís no running away,

Thereíll be no one to savewith the world in a grave,

Take a look around you, boy, itís bound to scare you, boy,

but 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 sittiní here, just contemplatiní,

I canít twist the truth, it knows no regulation,

handful of Senatorsdonít pass legislation,

and marches alone canít bring integration,

when human respect is disintegratiní,

this whole crazy worldis 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 aroundto Selma, Alabama!

Ah, you may leave here, for four 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-neighbour, but donít forget to say grace,

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

ah, you donít believe weíre on the eve of destruction.

 

 

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