Right Now Lyrics by Chris Gaines

Right Now Lyrics

    (cheryl wheeler/chet powers)

    Maybe it’s the movies, maybe it’s the books
    Maybe it’s the government and all the other crooks
    Maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the parents
    Maybe it’s the gangs, or the colors that we’re wearin'
    Maybe it’s the high schools, maybe it’s the teachers
    Tattoos, pipe bombs underneath the bleachers
    Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the crack
    Maybe it’s the bible, or could it be the lack

    Come on people, now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another, right now...right now

    Okay, maybe it’s the papers, maybe it’s the family
    Maybe it’s the internet, radio, tv
    Maybe it’s the president, maybe it’s the last one
    Maybe it’s the one before that
    Maybe it’s the athletes, maybe it’s the dads
    Maybe it’s the sports fans, agents, fads
    Maybe it’s the homeless, aliens, immigrants
    Maybe it’s life, don’t tell me that it’s imminent

    Come on people now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another right now

    Come on people now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another right now
    You gotta love one another

    Maybe it’s the fallout, maybe it’s the ozone
    Maybe it’s the chemicals, the radiation, cell phones
    Maybe it’s the magazines, maybe it the next page
    Lotteries, fast food, bad news, road rage
    Maybe it the unions, big business
    Maybe it’s the kkk and the skinheads
    Maybe it’s the daughters, maybe it’s the sons
    Maybe it’s the brothers of the mothers or the guns

    Come on people now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another right now

    Come on people now
    Smile on your brother
    Everybody get together
    Try to love one another right now

    (you know, if we don’t talk about it
    It ain’t gonna get better)

    We gotta love one another

    (so, whadda say, let’s talk)

    Maybe it’s the parks, maybe it’s the sex
    Maybe it’s the talk shows, maybe it’s a reflex
    Maybe it’s the taxes, maybe it’s the system
    Judges, lawyers, prisons
    Maybe it’s the catholics, maybe it’s the protestants
    Maybe it’s the addicts, and the hippies and communists
    Maybe it’s a fashion, maybe it’s a trend
    Maybe it’s the future... maybe it’s the end

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