(Don't Let Them) Grind Ya Down

People gonna make you wonder If you're right Keep you wide awake And worried late at night Why don't you tell them to beat it? Why don't you tell them to eat it? They're just a bunch of clowns Don't let them grind ya down Sons of bitches Crocodile tears in their eyes We scare them shitless Just by showing up alive Why don't you tell them to shove it? You know they might as well love it Give you runaround Don't let them grind ya down Evil bastards ain't got Nothing else to do Make your life a misery And put you off your food Don't you dare to go under Don't let them steal your thunder Listen to the sound Don't let them grind that down Don't let them bastards grind ya down