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 b**hes, crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare 'em sh**less 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 ba*tards 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 them ba*tards grind you down