Phil Taylor - (Don't Let Them) Grind Ya Down lyrics

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 b**hes Crocodile tears in their eyes We scare them sh**less 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 ba*tards 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 ba*tards grind ya down