Eve of Destruction This page links to question 29  of the Oldies Quiz  EVE OF DESTRUCTION    words and music by                                                      P. F. Sloan Recorded by Barry McGuire Number 1 song for 2 weeks in 1965 on 77 WABC, New York weekly surveys Billbord's number 20 song of the year for 1965 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's 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, 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 running 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, But you tell me, over and over and over again my friend, You don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction. My blood's so mad feels like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here just contemplatin' You 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'. But you tell me, over and over and over again my friend, 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 you return, it's the same old place. The pounding 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. And tell me, over and over and over again my friend, Ah, you don't believe we're on the Eve of Destruction. Words home page      Song Index       Take the Oldies Quiz
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