| D | D11 | D9 | D | D11 | D9 |
| D | G | A7 | |
| The eastern world | it is exp | lodin', |
| D | G | A7 | |
| violence flarin', | bullets | loadin', |
| D | G | A7 | |
| you're | old enough to kill | but not for | votin', |
| D | G | A7 | |
| you | don't believe in war, | what's that gun you're | totin', |
| D | G | A7 | |
| and | even the Jordan river has | bodies | floatin', |
| Chorus |
| D | G | A7 | D | Bm | |
| but you | tell me | over and | over and | over again my | friend, |
| G | A7 | D | |
| ah, you | don't believe we're | on the eve of dest | ruction. |
| D | D11 | D9 | D | D11 | D9 |
| Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? |
| Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today? |
| If the button is pushed, there's no running away, |
| There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave, |
| take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy, |
| but you tell me... |
| Chorus |
| 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... |
| Chorus |
| 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 eturn, 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-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace, |
| and you tell me... |
| Chorus |
| G / D / A / D - D11 - D9 / D - D11 - D9 |