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