Honest Man

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.