Hate My Life Lyrics - Theory Of A Dead Man

So sick of the hobo's, 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 

Bitch 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 

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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 

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 ya gotta do 

Put your middle fingers up in the air, go on and say "Fuck You" 

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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 fuckin' hate my life!