Hate My Life lyrics

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

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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!

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 shit!

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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 gotta do

Put your middle fingers up in the air

Go on and say “Fuck you!”

Chorus

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 fucking hate my life—fuck!

• Artist:Theory of a Deadman
• Album:Scars & Sourvenirs