Hate My Life - Theory Of A Deadman

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 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 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

This is what you gotta do

Put your middle fingers up in the air

Go on, and say, «Fuck you!»

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!