Lyrics

The eastern world it is explodin' 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 Jordan River has bodies floatin' But ya' tell me over and over, and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Huh, don't you understand what I'm trying to say? And can't you feel the fears that 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 you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy And ya' tell me over and over, and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Huh, think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for four days in space But when your 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 Ah, no, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Writer(s): P. F. Sloan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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