(Don't Let 'Em) Grind You Down

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 you down

Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare 'em shitless 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 'em grind you 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 them steal your thunder

Listen to the sound
Well, let 'em grind that down

Don't let them bastards grind you down