The eastern world it tis explodinī,
violence flarinī, bullets loadinī,
youīre old enough to kill but not for votinī,
you donīt believe in war, whatīs that gun youīre totinī,
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatinī,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you donīt believe weīre on the eve of destruction.
Donīt you understand, what Iīm trying to say?
Canīt you see the fear that Iīm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, thereīs no running away,
Thereīll be none to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, itīs bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you donīt believe weīre on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my bloodīs so mad, feels like coagulatinī,
Iīm sittinī here, just contemplatinī,
I canīt twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators donīt pass legislation,
and marches alone canīt bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratinī,
this whole crazy world is just too frustratinī,
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you donīt believe weīre on the eve of destruction.
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, itīs the same old place,
the poundinī of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but donīt leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but donīt forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you donīt believe weīre on the eve of destruction.