Lyrics by: Chuck Cannon      Talking heads talking to us on the television   Silver screen preachers and politicians   Say they got the answer first they gotta squeeze us   Send a little money there's tax on Jesus   Fix it with a prayer, fix it with a dollar   Does anybody out there ever want to holler?      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   Ricki Lake's got a drag-queen bank teller   1-900 look into the crystal   N.R.A. says you better buy a pistol   They made a little pill but it might cause cancer   It's just a cheap thrill when you're looking for the answer   There's only one 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 make another million   Dealer on the backstreet talkin' to your children   You cry for help and nobody listens   You lie awake at night wonderin' what's missing?   You can put an end to all the confusion   Look into your heart for the one 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