John Gorka


Tell me the truth what are you living for
Tell me why, why are you near
'Cause if you cannot make yourself a good noise
Tell me what you're doing here

Now we all got the hand for the gimme
We all got the mouth for the much obliged
But when it comes down to giving back
We give the eye to the other guy

Oh it seems that so much trouble
Is simply caused by the angry word
Although silence can be a virtue
I say it's a good noise that's preferred

Now you've got every right and reason
To be down in the dumps today
Aren't you just adding to the problem
If you've got nothing good to say

Sure there are wars, disease, injustice
Rich men walking on your hands
But tell me how can you ever take a breath of hope
Talking down your fellow man