Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down

Each day I wake up in this gray old town
 Each day the system tries to bring me down
 With a minimum wage in the factory
 I'm slaving in the Twentieth Century
 And the whole damn world
 Is gangin up to bring me to my knees
 And now the neighbors make it loud and clear
 That they want no ravers moving in around here
 I wont play ball, wont do what 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!
 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 walking through the same old shit
 I'm gonna get my gun, gonna get prepared
 I'm not impressed and I'm not scared
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!
 Me say the war must stop
 No one canna win
 Ah we livin in da ghetto
 On da streets of dis town
 Ah da whole world
 I said dis a one
 ...you a man
 You stand up firm gotta stand up strong
 Listen ghetto youth dis how we keep in da land
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!
 Don't let the bastards grind you down!
 Don't let them grind you down!