Hate My Life Theory of a Deadman
Theoty of a Deadman
Hate my life
Tunning: Half a step down
So sick of the [D]hobos
Always beggin' for c[A]hange
I don't like ho[G]w I gotta work
And they just sit around and get[D] paid
I hate all of the [D]people
Who can't drive their[A] cars
b**ch you better get [G]out of the way
Before I, start falling [D]apart
I hate how my [D]wife
Is always up my [A]ass
She always wants to buy[G] brand new things
But I, don't have the ca[D]sh
(Refrain)
Well I hate my j[A]ob, all my rich friends
I hate everyone[G] to the bitter end[D]
Nothing turns out rig[A]ht, there's no end in s[G]ight
I hate my li[D]fe
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 sh*t
-(Refrain)-
-Musical Interlude-
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 p**sed like me
b**ches here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say 'f**k you'
-(Refrain)-
So much at stak[A]e
Can't catch a brea[G]k
I hate my li[D]fe
No there's nothing n[A]ew
And it sucks to be yo[G]u
I f**king hate my li[D]fe
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