Lyrics
The eastern world it is explodin',
The eastern world is experiencing explosions or turmoil.
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
Violence is erupting, and there's a loading of bullets.
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You are old enough to go to war and kill but not old enough to vote.
You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
Questioning the contradiction of not believing in war while carrying a gun.
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
Even the Jordan River is filled with dead bodies.
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Repetition emphasizing disbelief in the approaching destruction.
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Expressing doubt about recognizing the impending disaster.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Highlighting the urgency of comprehending the fears expressed.
Can't you feel the fears that I'm feeling today?
The inevitability and consequences if a war button is pushed.
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
No one will be saved, and the world will be in ruins.
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Encouraging observation of the alarming state of the world.
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
Repetition of disbelief in the impending destruction.
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Emphasizing the skepticism about the approaching catastrophe.
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Reflecting on the intense anger and frustration felt.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
Expressing frustration at the inability to manipulate the truth.
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
Reflecting on the limitations of a few senators in enacting change.
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Marches alone are insufficient for achieving integration.
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
When human respect breaks down, the world becomes frustrating.
And marches alone can't bring integration,
Expressing overall frustration with the chaotic world.
When human respect is disintegratin',
Reiteration of disbelief in the impending destruction.
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
Highlighting hatred in Red China and racial tensions in Selma, Alabama.
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Addressing the cyclical nature of societal issues despite space travel.
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
The persistence of problems and lack of change upon returning.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
The inability to escape problems even in space.
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
The futility of burying the dead without addressing underlying issues.
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
Encouraging grace despite harboring resentment for neighbors.
But when your return, it's the same old place,
Repetition emphasizing disbelief in the approaching destruction.
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
Continued doubt about the impending catastrophe.
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Emphasizing skepticism about the impending destruction.
Hate your next-door-neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,
Reiteration of disbelief in the approaching destruction.
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
Final repetition emphasizing doubt about the impending catastrophe.
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Concluding disbelief in the approaching destruction.
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Reiteration of skepticism regarding the imminent destruction.
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