Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Talking heads talking to us on the television
Silver screen preachers, politicians
Say they got the answer first they wanna squeeze us
Send a little money, why there's tax on Jesus?
Fix it with the gram, fix it with a dollar
Anybody out there ever wanna halla?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Self-help guru's got a best seller
Talk show host gotta drag-queen bank teller
1-900 look into the crystal
The N.R.A. says you better buy a pistol
Need a little pill but it might cause cancer
Just a cheap thrill when you're looking for the answer
Now tell them the answer...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Suits on Wall Street they make another million
Dealer on the backstreet talkin' to your children
You cry for help nobody listens to you
You lie awake at night wonderin' what's missing?
You can put an end to all the confusion
Open up your heart for the only solution
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh it all comes down to love
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Chuck Cannon
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