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