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

Each day I wake up in this gray old town

Each day the system tries to beat me down

With a minimum wage in the factory

I'm slaving in the twentieth century

And the whole down world is ganging up

To bring me to my knees

And now the nieghbors make it loud and clear

They want no ravers moving in around here

'Cause 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

I'm living in a world where I don't really fit

Every day running down the same old street

I'm gonna get my gun gonna get prepared

I'm not impressed and I don't really care