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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 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 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 Letras de canciones Me say... Ah we livin in da ghetto On da streets of dis town ...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 From Letras Mania