She stands a target behind the counter
And she burns a little more from every encounter
Spit on, again and again, till her eyes are bloodshot
Now, its slowly sunken in
"There's gotta be more to life than this"
She whispers under her breathe as she pulls another double shift
She's 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
I've 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
I've been shot at twice and always talked down to
Unappericated, misunderstood, overwork, underpaid, doding bullets in the hood
One thing I know is this life's not for me
I can never be a functional member of society
Only thing that's 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
I've 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?