(P.F. Sloan)    The eastern world  It is explodin'  Violence flaring, bullets loading  You're old enough to kill  But not for votin'  You don't believe in war  Then what's that gun you're totin'  When even the Jordan River has bodies floating  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  Can't you feel the fear that I feel today  If the button i's 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 coagulating  And I'm just sitting here  Contemplating  I can't change the truth  It has no regulation  A handful of senators  Won't pass legislation  And marchers alone  Can't bring integration  When human respect  Is disintegrating  This whole damn world  Is too frustrating  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 might leave here  For four days in space  But when you return  It's the same bloody place  The beating of the drums  And the pride and discgrace  You can bury yout dead  But don't hleave a trace  And hate your next-door-neighbor  But don't forget to say grace  But you tell me  Over and over and over again my friend  You don't believe we're on  The Eve of Destruction  Yeah, you don't believe we're on  The Eve of Destruction