(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