(Don't Let 'Em) Grind You Down

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? They're 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 You know 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 Don't let them bastards grind you down --- (Don't Let 'Em) Grind You Down - Motörhead