Don’t Let The Bastards Grind You Down

Each day I wake up in this gray old town

Each day the system tries to beat me down

With a minimum wage in the factory

I'm slaving in the twentieth century

And the whole d**n world is ganging up

To bring me to my knees

And now the nieghbors make it loud and clear

They want no ravers moving in around here

'Cause I won't play ball won't do as I'm told

I'd rather be a square peg in a round hole

Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let them grind you down

I'm living in a world where I don't really fit

Every day running down the same old street

I'm gonna get my gun gonna get prepared

I'm not impressed and I don't really care