(Don't Let 'Em) Grind Ya Down (Alternate Version)

People gonna make you wonder if you're right Keep you wide awake and worried late at night Why don't you tell 'em to beat it? Why don't you 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 them shitless just by showing 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 Don't let 'em grind that down Don't let them bastards grind ya down