(Okay, I stole the introduction of this song from Barry McGuire, of I'm gonna have to his song, just as a tribute...just part of it anyway.)

The old world, it is exploding,
Violence flaring, bullets too,
You're old enough to kill but not for voting,
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're toting'
And even the Jordan river has bodies floating.

But you tell me, over and over, and over again, my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Well, I feel just like I have to feel something good all of the time,
With most of life I cannot deal, but a good feeling I can feel...even though it may not be real,
And if a person, place, or a thing can deliver I will quiver with delight,
Will it last me for all my life, or just one more lonely night'

The lust and the flesh, and the eyes, the pride of life, drains the life right out of me.

Well, I see something and I want it - bam, right now, no questions asked,
Don't worry how much it costs me now or later; I want it, want it, babe, and I want it now,
I go to any length; sacrifice all that I already have and all that I might get, just to get something more that I don't need...and, Lord, please don't ask me what for.

The lust and the flesh, and the eyes, the pride of life, drains the life...the life right out of me, yeah.

And I love when folks look right at me and what I'm doing, or have done, and lay it on about how groovy I am, and that I'm looking grand,
And every single word makes me think I'll live forever, never knowing they probably won't remember what they said tomorrow - tomorrow I could be dead.

The lust, the flesh, the eyes, the pride of life drains the life right out of me.

Yeah.

(Thankyou.)