Theory of a Deadman - Hate My Life Lyrics

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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 
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 

Well I hate my job, all o' 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 shit 

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've 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 there's nothing new 
And it sucks to be you 
I fucking hate my life

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lyrics submitted by Carb Chewer on 21-05-2008
lyrics corrected on 13-11-2009