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Eve Of Destruction
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barry McGuire
Barry McGuire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry McGuire
Barry McGuire
Producer
Lou Adler
Lou Adler
Producer

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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 you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Don't you understand what I'm trying to say Can't you feel the fears 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 How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin' I'm sittin' 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 How you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction And think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama Ah, 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 neighbor but don't forget to say grace And you 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, 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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