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 bitches
Crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare them 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 them grind ya down

Evil bastards 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 bastards grind ya down