It's been a long day,
work two jobs all hours,
it is what we do in America,
in twenty first century America.
Wearisome hours,
I stomp my feet,
to a reggae beat,
to stay awake,
in twenty first century America.
The road is long,
the day is long gone,
my eyes are tired
of twenty first century America
The engine hums,
and the signs flash by,
a lonely truck...
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