Video musical

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
Vocals
Frank Black
Frank Black
Vocals
Buddy Miller
Buddy Miller
Guitar
Jon Tiven
Jon Tiven
Organ
Sally Tiven
Sally Tiven
Electric Bass Guitar
Tom Hambridge
Tom Hambridge
Drums
Billy Block
Billy Block
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
P.F. Sloan
P.F. Sloan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Tiven
Jon Tiven
Producer
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Jake Burns
Jake Burns
Mixing Engineer
Paul Gannon
Paul Gannon
Recording Engineer
Matt Yelton
Matt Yelton
Recording Engineer

Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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