D So sick of the hobosA Always beggin' for changeG I don't like how I gotta workD And they just sit around and get paidD I hate all of the peopleA Who can't drive their carsG Bitch you better get out of the wayD Before I, start falling apartD I hate how my wifeA Is always up my assG She always wants to buy brand new thingsD But I, don't have the cash (refrão)A Well I hate my job, all my rich friendsG D I hate everyone to the bitter endA G Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sightD I hate my life( D A G D ) 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 (refrão)A Well I hate my job, all my rich friendsG D I hate everyone to the bitter endA G Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sightD I hate my life (solo)( D A G D ) 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 Bitches here's what you've gotta do Put your middle fingers up in the air Go on and say 'Fuck you' (refrão)A Well I hate my job, all my rich friendsG D I hate everyone to the bitter endA G Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sightD I hate my lifeA So much at stakeG Can't catch a breakD I hate my lifeA No there's nothing newG And it sucks to be youD I fucking hate my life
Hate My Life
Theory of a Deadman
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Composição: Dean Back, Dave Brenner, Tyler Connolly e Christine Danielle Connolly
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