Hate My Life — Theory Of A Deadman Lyrics

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.
b**ch 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 sh*t"

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 p**sed like me
b**ches, here is what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say f**k 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 f**kin hate my life!
f**k!