Eve of Destruction

Eve of Destruction by P.F. Sloan. How many readers remember the 1965 Barry McGuire version?

Googling: Listen online to a version by Mudcatt. Here’s a version by Lemmy & The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. (?)

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 I’m feelin’ today

If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away

There’ll be no one to save

With the whole 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

Yeah, my blood’s so mad

Feels like coagulatin’

I’m sittin’ here, just contemplatin’

I can’t twist the truth

It knows no regulation

Handful of senators don’t pass legislation

And marches alone can’t bring integration

When human respect is disintegratin’

This whole crazy world

Is just too frustratin’

And you tell me over, and over, and over again my friend

Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

And think of all the hate there is in Red China

Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama

Ah 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 your dead, but don’t leave a trace

Hate your next door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace

But you tell me over, and over, and over, and over again my friend

You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction

No, no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction