Twentyfourseven

written by: Miles Zuniga & Jeff Groves

© 2006 The Small Stars

Clock alarm, another day begins
The morning news has got the daily spin
I gotta go to work
I gotta do the jerk

I should be smokin' Acapulco Gold
The frige is empty and my love life's cold
I bought an HD flat screen color TV
'Cause I'm gonna win the lottery

Non-stop twenty four hours a day
People trying to make it pay
Twenty four seven
Wise up, nothing ever comes for free
In the land of opportunity
But you could get to heaven
If you try

Freeway exit, missed the turn around
I'll grab some breakfast from the drive-thru clown
Another happy meal
In a factory seal

Traffic's crazy and I'm runnin' late
It's down to one lane on the interstate
Maybe I'll call in sick
No no no no

Non-stop twenty four hours a day
People trying to make it pay
Twenty four seven
Wise up, nothing ever comes for free
In the land of opportunity
But you could get to heaven
If you try

Makin' money, money, money
Makin' money, money, money
Makin' money, money, money

Non-stop twenty four hours a day
People trying to make it pay
Twenty four seven
Wake up, there isn't any time to sleep
When you're living the American dream
But you could get to heaven
Twenty four seven
Twenty four seven
Twenty four seven