When It Comes Down To You-Against All Authority

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. She's 21, a single mother of two. This f**kin 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 f**king show. What are you gonna do when it comes to you? 10 years of f**kin 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 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. 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 f**king show. What are you gonna do when it comes to you?