(Don't Let 'Em) Grind You Down

People gonna make ya wonder if you´re right Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night Why don´t ya tell´em to beat it Why don´t ya tell´em to eat it Just a bunch of clowns Don´t let´em grind ya down Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes We scare´em shitless just by showin´ up alive Why don´t you tell´em to shove it They might as well love it Give you runaround Don´t let´em grind ya down Evil bastards ain´t got nothin´ else to do Make your life a misery and put you off your food Don´t you dare to go under Don´t let´em steal your thunder Listen to the sound Well let´em grind that down