Don't let them grind you down
People gonna make ya wonder if you're rightKeep ya wide awake and worried late at nightWhy don't ya tell'em to beat itWhy don't ya tell'em to eat itJust a bunch of clownsDon't let'em grind ya down
Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyesWe scare'em shitless just by showin' up aliveWhy don't you tell'em to shove itThey might as well love itGive you runaroundDon't let'em grind ya down
Evil bastards ain't got nothin' else to doMake your life a misery and put you off your foodDon't you dare to go underDon't let'em steal your thunderListen to the soundWell let'em grind that down