SMOKING SOLDIER'S LAMENT
sung to the tune of
"Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire

The eastern world it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill
But not for smokin'.

You don't believe in war,
But what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river
Has bodies floatin'.

But you tell me over and over
And over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe
There's a god damned cig left for smokin'.

Don't you understand,
What I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears
I'm feeling today?

If the button is pushed,
There's no running away,
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.

And you tell me over and over
And over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe
There's a god damned cig left for smokin'.

Yeah, my blood's so mad,
Feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here,
Just contemplatin'.
I can't twist the truth,
It knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators
Don't pass legislation.

And marches alone
Can't bring integration,
When human respect
Is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world
Is just too frustratin'.

And you tell me over and over
And over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe
There's a god damned cig left for smokin'.

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 you 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,
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
There's a god damned cig left for smokin'
No, no you don't believe
There's a god damned cig left for smokin'.

Eve of Destruction, by Barry McQuire
~ adaptation by Jackie Jura ~

Jackie Jura
~ an independent researcher monitoring local, national and international events ~

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