Right Now
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
Ahora Mismo
Quizás sean las películas, quizás sean los libros
Quizás sea el gobierno y todos los demás ladrones
Quizás sean las drogas, quizás sean los padres
Quizás sean las pandillas, o los colores que estamos usando
Quizás sean las escuelas secundarias, quizás sean los maestros
Tatuajes, bombas caseras debajo de las gradas
Quizás sea la música, quizás sea el crack
Quizás sea la biblia, o podría ser la falta
Vamos gente, ahora
Sonríe a tu hermano
Todos júntense
Intenten amarse los unos a los otros, ahora... ahora
Ok, quizás sean los periódicos, quizás sea la familia
Quizás sea internet, la radio, la TV
Quizás sea el presidente, quizás sea el último
Quizás sea el anterior a ese
Quizás sean los atletas, quizás sean los papás
Quizás sean los fanáticos del deporte, agentes, modas
Quizás sean los sin techo, extraterrestres, inmigrantes
Quizás sea la vida, no me digas que es inminente
Vamos gente ahora
Sonríe a tu hermano
Todos júntense
Intenten amarse los unos a los otros ahora
Vamos gente ahora
Sonríe a tu hermano
Todos júntense
Intenten amarse los unos a los otros ahora
Tienen que amarse los unos a los otros
Quizás sea la contaminación, quizás sea la capa de ozono
Quizás sean los químicos, la radiación, los celulares
Quizás sean las revistas, quizás sea la siguiente página
Loterías, comida rápida, malas noticias, ira en la carretera
Quizás sean los sindicatos, las grandes empresas
Quizás sea el KKK y los skinheads
Quizás sean las hijas, quizás sean los hijos
Quizás sean los hermanos de las madres o las armas
Vamos gente ahora
Sonríe a tu hermano
Todos júntense
Intenten amarse los unos a los otros ahora
Vamos gente ahora
Sonríe a tu hermano
Todos júntense
Intenten amarse los unos a los otros ahora
(Sabes, si no hablamos de ello
No va a mejorar)
Tenemos que amarnos los unos a los otros
(Entonces, ¿qué dices, hablemos?)
Quizás sean los parques, quizás sea el sexo
Quizás sean los programas de entrevistas, quizás sea un reflejo
Quizás sean los impuestos, quizás sea el sistema
Jueces, abogados, prisiones
Quizás sean los católicos, quizás sean los protestantes
Quizás sean los adictos, y los hippies y comunistas
Quizás sea una moda, quizás sea una tendencia
Quizás sea el futuro... quizás sea el fin
Escrita por: Cheryl Wheeler / Chester Powers