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

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 damn 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 ba*tards 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