try to walk this earth an honest man, 
but eveil waves at me its ugly hand. 
The radar watches me from above, shouting down: 
"I hope you make it on this earth." 
Sometimes this world will leave you, lord, 
kickin and a screamin, wonderin if you'll see the next day through. 
But as for me I do believe that good luck comes from tryin, 
so until I get mine ill work me the whole day through.