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Hate My Life

Theory of 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.
 B*tch you better get outta 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 d*ck
 "I don't get paid nearly enough
 To put up with all of your sh*t"

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 ass,
 Then her daddy punches me in the face

So if you're pissed like me
 B*tches, here's what you gotta do
 Put your middle fingers up in the air
 Go on and say "F*ck 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 hear "it s*cks to be you"
 I f*ckin hate my life					
					
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