- Theory of a Deadman Hate My Life 歌词
- 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
***** 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 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 ****
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his ****
Well I hate my job, all 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
And how when 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
******* here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say '**** you'
Well I hate my job, all 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 there's nothing new
And it sucks to be you
I ******* hate my life
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