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 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 around 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 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