Lyrics Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down - Vice Squad

Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down

Part time, small time
Biggest con of all time
All the poseurs and the flakes
Small time, part time
Making it no show time
All the wankers and the fakes
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Can’t play, won’t play
Got a problem they say
But the problem’s self — induced
Won’t play, can’t
Woke up with the 'flu today
Coming down from drug abuse
He’s thinking about it
And he’s talking about it
If you wanna get anything done right
You’ve got to do it for yourself
Hang out, bail out
Tell us what it’s all about
All the passengers and straights
Spat on, spat out
Tried so hard but got nought
And it seams I’ve lost my faith
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Don’t let the bastards grind you down