Theory Of A Deadman Hate My Life Lyrics

So sick of the hobos,
always beggin' for change
I don't like how I gotta work,
and they just sit around and get paid

I hate all of the people
who can't drive their cars
b____ you better get out of the way
before I start falling apart

I hate how my wife
is always up my a__
She always wants to buy brand new things
but I don't have the cash
(oh please don't be mad)

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 d___
I don't get paid nearly enough
to put up with all of his s___

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!

I hate that I can't tell
when a girls' underage
You know, I tell her she's a nice piece of a__,
then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you're p___ed like me,
b____es, here's what ya gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air,
go on and say "f___ You!"
(all together now)

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
hearing "it sucks to be you"
I f___in' hate my life!

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