Lyrics:

She stands a target behind the counter
And she burns alittle more from every encounter
Spit on, again and again, till her eyes are bloodshot
Now, its slowly sunken in
'Theres gotta be more to life than this.'
She whispers under her breathe as she pulls another double shift
Shes 21, a single mother of two
This fuckin dead end job, it barley buys enough food
Its slowly killin me, I gotta go
Cause I feel my blood pumpin like a stereo
Ive kept it bottled up inside, but now its gonna blow
What are you gonna do, when it comes to you?
Its slowly killin me, I gotta go
Back in the van, back on the road
Another town, another fucking show
What are you gonna do when it comes to you?
10 years of fuckin fast food
Ive been shot at twice and always talked down to
Unappericated, misunderstood, overwork, underpaid, doding bullets in the hood
One thing I know is this lifes not for me
I can never be a funcitonal member of society
Only thing thats been keepin me sane, is playin these songs, cause it eases the pain
Its slowly killin me, I gotta go
Cause I feel my blood pumpin like a stereo
Ive kept it bottled up inside, but now its gonna blow
What are you gonna do, when it comes to you?
Its slowly killin me, I gotta go
Back in the van, back on the road
Another town, another fucking show
What are you gonna do when it comes to you?