Letra de «Right Here In America (Live)»
There are Christians in Russia, they meet underground
In China they're killed when they're found
And in Cuba the Christians live up in the hills
Because it's not safe in the towns
And to think it might happen right here in America I know you think it's not true But it's happening to Christians right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
The Christians in Berkeley are passing out Bibles And food to the hungry They're hoping to help out the people this way But there are threats of the lives Of their leaders and wives They're not welcome to stay And to think it might happen right here in America Maybe you think it's not true If you it's not happening to Christians right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
There's an underground church and it's following Jesus And hoping to meet people's needs But we don't have the time to build nice little churches Besides we don't need to - We're holding our church in the streets
And we are passing out leaflets and underground pamphlets From Buffalo to Monterey And we're talkin' 'bout Jesus and all of a sudden We're arrested and taken away
So I ask you, America, where do you stand? Your people are starving, they're beaten and they're raped And they're dying in jail cells, so what are your plans? I'm not talking to congress or you politicians Or Panthers or Muslims or Nixon or Birch I'm addressing this song to the church
'Cause I've been in your churches and sat in your pews And heard sermons on just how much money you'll need for the year And I've heard you make reference to Mexicans, Chinamen Niggers and Jews And I gather you wish we would all disappear And you call yourselves Christians, when really you're not You're living your life as you please If you're really a Christina, then put down yourself And follow wherever God leads
I'm not talkin' religion, I'm talkin' 'bout Jesus Put all your plans on the shelf Let's stop marching for peace, and start marching for Jesus And peace will take care of itself
Well, I pray that we Christians will get off our sofas And stand up for what we believe The time is too short, and Christ is returning We'd better get ready to leave
We who are Christians should turn on the light So the truth will shine bright as the day Jesus will come like a thief in the night And he'll steal all who love him away
There are Christians in Russia, they meet underground In China they're killed when they're found And in Cuba the Christians live up in the hills Because it's not safe in the towns
And to think it might happen right here in America I see you shaking your heads and I hear you saying It just can't be true But it's happened to me right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
And to think it might happen right here in America I know you think it's not true But it's happening to Christians right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
The Christians in Berkeley are passing out Bibles And food to the hungry They're hoping to help out the people this way But there are threats of the lives Of their leaders and wives They're not welcome to stay And to think it might happen right here in America Maybe you think it's not true If you it's not happening to Christians right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
There's an underground church and it's following Jesus And hoping to meet people's needs But we don't have the time to build nice little churches Besides we don't need to - We're holding our church in the streets
And we are passing out leaflets and underground pamphlets From Buffalo to Monterey And we're talkin' 'bout Jesus and all of a sudden We're arrested and taken away
So I ask you, America, where do you stand? Your people are starving, they're beaten and they're raped And they're dying in jail cells, so what are your plans? I'm not talking to congress or you politicians Or Panthers or Muslims or Nixon or Birch I'm addressing this song to the church
'Cause I've been in your churches and sat in your pews And heard sermons on just how much money you'll need for the year And I've heard you make reference to Mexicans, Chinamen Niggers and Jews And I gather you wish we would all disappear And you call yourselves Christians, when really you're not You're living your life as you please If you're really a Christina, then put down yourself And follow wherever God leads
I'm not talkin' religion, I'm talkin' 'bout Jesus Put all your plans on the shelf Let's stop marching for peace, and start marching for Jesus And peace will take care of itself
Well, I pray that we Christians will get off our sofas And stand up for what we believe The time is too short, and Christ is returning We'd better get ready to leave
We who are Christians should turn on the light So the truth will shine bright as the day Jesus will come like a thief in the night And he'll steal all who love him away
There are Christians in Russia, they meet underground In China they're killed when they're found And in Cuba the Christians live up in the hills Because it's not safe in the towns
And to think it might happen right here in America I see you shaking your heads and I hear you saying It just can't be true But it's happened to me right here in America Wait 'til it happens to you
