Theory Of A Deadman - Hate My Life lyrics

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 b**h you better get out of the way before I start falling apart I hate how my wife is always up my a** 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 sh** 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 a**, then her daddy punches me in the face So if you're pissed like me, b**hes here's what ya 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 hearing "it s**s to be you" I f**in' hate my life!