Theory Of A Deadman - Hate My Life

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So sick of the hobos always begging for change

I don't like how I gotta work and

And they just sit around and get paid

I hate all of the people who can't drive their cars.

Bitch you better get outta the way

Before I start falling apart



I hate how my wife is always up my ass

She always wants to buy brand new things

But I don't have the cash.



I hate my job, all of my rich friends

I hate everyone to the bitter end.

Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight

I hate my life! 



How come I never get laid, nice guys always lose.

How could she have another headache

There's always some kind of excuse

I still hate my job, my boss is a dick

"I don't get paid nearly enough

To put up with all of his shit"



I hate my job, all of my rich friends

I hate everyone to the bitter end.

Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight

I hate my life! 

Yeah! 



I hate that I can't tell when a girl's underage, 

You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of ass, 

Then her daddy punches me in the face



So if you're pissed like me

Bitches, here's what you gotta do

Put your middle fingers up in the air

Go on and say "Fuck you!"



I hate my job, all of my rich friends

I hate everyone to the bitter end.

Nothing turns out right There's no end in sight

I hate my life! 



So much at stake, can't catch a break

I hate my life

No, it's nothing new, "it really sucks to be you"

I fuckin hate my life