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!