Ah, 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! Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, But when your 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,. 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 and over again my friend. You don't believe. We're on the eve of destruction. Mmm, no, no, you don't believe. We're on the eve of destruction.
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Barry Mcguire performs his hit Eve of Destruction on the NBC music show Hullabaloo (1965). The song was written by P. F. Sloan in 1965 when he was 19. Severa.. 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. [Chorus] And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend. Ah, you don't.
