מילים לשיר Hate My Life – Theory Of A Deadman

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
And how 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' 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.