People gonna make ya wonder if you’re right
Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night
Why don’t you tell’em to beat it (2)
Just a bunch of clowns
Don’t let’em grind ya down
Sons of bitches, crocodile tear in their eyes
We scare’em shitless just by showin’ up alive
Why don’t you tell’em to shove it
They might as well love it
Give you run aroad
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
Well, let’em grind that down
I guess I betta get movin’
Lotta things I gotta do
I realize it was a waste of time
Talkin’ sense to you
Refrain
Hope ya got my little message
I hope you hear me
I thought ya might’ve been the answer
Obviously crazy