The Eastern World it is explodin’...
The Eastern World it is explodin...
The eastern world it is exploding
Off to the Cape, my golf clubs loadin’
Ive got a pretty swing, but Im not gloatin’
I dont believe in war, is that a Ping youre totin’?
Boots on the ground? Im not promotin’
But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Its two club lengths
For a movable obstruction
Violence flair’n, bullets load’n
You’re old enoough to kill, but not for vote’n
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re tote’n
Take a look around ya boy,
It’s bouond to scare ya boy,
but you tell me over and over and over, again,
that ya don’t believe we’re on the Eve of Destruction!
Prescient!