(Don't Let'em) Grind Ya Down
Clarke / Lemmy Kilmister / Taylor
People gonna make ya wonder
If you're right
Keep ya wide-awake
And worried late at night
Why don't ya tell'em
To beat it?
Why don't ya tell'em
To eat it?
Just a bunch of clowns
Don't let'em grind ya down
Sons of bitches
Crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare'em shiftless
Just by showing up alive
Why don't you tell'em
To shove it?
They might as well love it
Give you runaround
Don't let'em grind ya down
Evil bastards ain't got
Nothing 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