She stands, a target behind the counter   And she burns a little more with evry encounter   Spit on again and again till her eyes are bloodshot   And now they've slowly sunken in   "There's gotta be more to life than this"   She whispers under her breath as she pulls another double shift   She's 21 a single mother of two   And this fucking dead end job barely buys enough food   It's slowly killing me I've gotta go   Cause I can feel my blood pumpin' like the stereo   I've kept it bottled up inside but now it's gonna blow   So... what are you gonna do when it comes down to you   10 years of fuckin' fast food   I've been shot at twice and always talked down to   Unappreciated, misunderstood   Overworked, underpaid, dodging bullets in the hood   One thing I've learned is that this life's not for me   I can never be a functional member of society   The only thing that's been keeping me sane   Is playing these songs cause it eases the pain