This morning I’ve been listening to Iron Fist, one of my favorite Motörhead albums. There’s a track on there that serves as a good reminder.

People gonna make ya wonder if you’re right,
Keep ya wide awake and worried late at night.
Why don’t ya tell ’em to beat it?
Why don’t ya tell ’em to eat it!
They’re just a bunch of clowns,
Don’t let ’em grind ya down.

Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes.
We scare ’em shitless just by showin’ up alive!
Why don’t you tell ’em to shove it?
You know they might as well love it.
Give you runaround,
Don’t let ’em grind you down.

Evil bastards ain’t got nothin’ else to do;
Make your life a misery and put you off your food.
Don’t you dare to go under!
Don’t let ’em steal your thunder!
Listen to the sound,
We’ll let ’em grind that down.

Don’t let them bastards grind ya down!