To this world I was welcomed by a cry but with joy
I cry when happy but laugh when sad
The closer I get to my goals, the further I get from the goal
Is this the happy or the sad cycle of life? ...
We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.
We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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