Song Description
Song about how so many people try to such the life out of you, out of your dreams, be they family, so called friend or a stranger.
| Song Length |
4:38 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
They get you in a crowd, they get you alone.
They suck the marrow, from the bone.
Get you in Liverpool, they get you in Dansk.
Get in in America, while you lovin' in France.
Chorus
Don't let the Bastards get you down, or they will grind you
to the ground, don't let the Bastards...get you down.
It happens at work, it happens at home.
Life Force Killers, are on the roam.
They've got you in their sights, as you cross the plain.
Poor dumb mammal, won't feel any pain.
Chorus
Got no talent, got no shame.
Only here to hurt, keep you down and mame.
Cold blooded killers, don't feel a thing.
Dressed in suits, or a wedding ring.
Chorus