Theory Of A Deadman › Lyrics › Hate My Life

So sick of the hobos always begging 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 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 your 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 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
B******, here's what you gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say f*** 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 here, it sucks to be you
I f****** hate my life, f***