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The [D]Eastern world [G]it is ex[A7]plodin', [D]violence flarin' and[G] bullets loadin[A]',
You're [D]old enough to kill, but [G]not for [A]votin',
You [D]don't believe in war, but's [G]what's that gun you're totin'? [A]
And [D]even the Jordan River has[G] bodies[A] floatin'
But you [D]tell me, [G]over and [A]over and o[D]ver again my fr[Bm]iend,
          Ah, yo[G]u don't believe we're[A] on the Eve of De[D]struction.  [G]      [A]

[D]Don't you understand what I'm [G]tryin' to[A] say? [D] Can't you feel the fear that I'm[G] feelin' t[A]oday?
If the [D]button is pushed there's no[G] running a[A]way,
There'll be [D]no one to save with the [G]world in a [A]grave.
Take a [D]look around you boy, it's [G]bound to scare you [A]boy,
But you [D]tell me, [G]over and [A]over and o[D]ver again my fr[Bm]iend,
          Ah, yo[G]u don't believe we're[A] on the Eve of De[D]struction.  [G]      [A]

My [D]blood's so mad feels [G]like coagu[A7]latin', [D]I'm sittin' here [G]just contem[A]platin'
You [D]can't twist the truth it [G]knows no regu[A]lation, and a [D]handful of Senators don't [G]pass legis[A]lation.
[D]Marches alone can't [G]bring inte[A]gration, when [D]human respect is [G]disinte[A]gratin'.
[D]This whole crazy world is [G]just too frus[A]tratin'.
But you [D]tell me, [G]over and [A]over and o[D]ver again my fr[Bm]iend,
          Ah, yo[G]u don't believe we're[A] on the Eve of De[D]struction.  [G]      [A]

[D]Think of all the hate there [G]is in Red [A7]China, then [D]take a look around to [G]Selma, Ala[A]bama!
[D]You may leave here for [G]four days in [A]space, But [D]when you return, it's the [G]same old [A]place.
The [D]pounding drums, the [G]pride and dis[A]grace, you can [D]bury your dead, but don't [G]leave a [A]trace,
[D]Hate your next door neighbor, but [G]don't forget to [A]say grace.
But you [D]tell me, [G]over and [A]over and o[D]ver again my fr[Bm]iend,
           Ah, yo[G]u don't believe we're[A] on the Eve of De[D]struction.  [G]      [A]