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 won't play ball, won't do as 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...



Ah we livin in da ghetto

On da streets of dis town



...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