Work Reggae

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 passes me, in twenty first century America. I hit my head, and pound the dash, I must get home, in twenty first century America. My dreams will be, to a reggae beat and tomorrow I'll start all over again in twenty first century America.