the eastern world it is exploding
  violence flaring and bullets loading
  you're old enough to kill but not for voting
  you don't believe in war but what's that gun you're toting
  and even jordan river has bodies floating
      but you tell me
  over and over and over again my friend
  ah you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
    my blood's is so mad it feels like coagulating
  i'm sitting here just contemplating
  i can't twist the truth it knows no regulation
  and a handful of senators don't pass legislation
  busing alone can't bring segregation
  when human respect is disintegrating
  the whole fucking world is just too frustrating
    but you tell me
  over and over and over again my friend
  ah you don't believe
  we're on the eve of destruction
    well look at all the hate there is in alhambra
  then look around to selma alabama
  you may leave here for four days in space
  but when you come back it's the same old place
  the pounding of the drums pride and disgrace
  you can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
  hate your next door neighbour but don't forget to say grace
      but you tell me
  over and over and over again my friend
  ah you don't believe
  we're on the eve of destruction