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
ah you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
don’t you understand what i’m tryin’ 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 you tell me over and over and over again my friend
ah you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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 nextdoor 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
Artist: The Turtles
Year: 1970
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 104