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.
Writer(s): JIM JAMES