Theory Of A Deadman Lyrics
9. 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. 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 your 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! 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 hear "it sucks to be you" I fuckin hate my life fuck!
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