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 shiftless Just by showing 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 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'em Steal your thunder Listen to the sound Well let'em grind that down