Love Spit Love
Love Spit Love - Right Now By Garth Brooks As Chris Gaines lyrics
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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