The eastern world It is explodin'. Violence flarin' Bullets loadin'. You're old enough to kill, But not for votin'. You don't beleive 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 And 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 aroun 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 But 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 you return It's the same old place. The poundin' of the drums, The pride and disgrace. You can bury it 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 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.
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