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   They're 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   You know 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      Don't let the bastards grind ya down