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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 'em 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
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