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PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.F. Sloan
Vocals
Frank Black
Vocals
Buddy Miller
Guitar
Jon Tiven
Organ
Sally Tiven
Electric Bass Guitar
Tom Hambridge
Drums
Billy Block
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.F. Sloan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Tiven
Producer
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Jake Burns
Mixing Engineer
Paul Gannon
Recording Engineer
Matt Yelton
Recording Engineer
Letras
The Eastern world it is explodin'
Violence flarin' and 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
Oh, you don't believe
We are on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is 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
Oh, you don't believe
We are on the eve of destruction
My bloods so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
You can't twist the truth
It knows no regulation and a handful of senators
Don't pass legislation marches alone
Can't bring integration when human respect
Is disintergratin' this whole crazy world?
Is just too frustratin'?
Think of all the hate
There is Red China then take a look around
To Selma Ala
You may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it's the same old place
The pounding drums the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
Hate your neighbour but don't forget to say grace.
Writer(s): P. F. Sloan
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