Toasters - Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down lyrics

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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!