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 d___ 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 b______s 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

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