Hate My Life (Explicit)
Theory of a Deadman"Hate My Life (Explicit)" is a song by Theory of a Deadman, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:01 long and contains 46 lines and 288 words.
Lyrics
0:00So sick of the hobos
0:04Always beggin' for change
0:08I don't like how I gotta work
0:12And they just sit around and get paid
0:17I hate all of the people
0:21Who can't drive their cars
0:25B**ch you better get out of the way
0:27Before I start falling apart
0:32I hate how my wife
0:36Is always up my a**
0:40She always wants to buy brand new things
0:43But I don't have the cash
0:47Well I hate my job all my rich friends
0:52I hate everyone to the bitter end
0:55Nothing turns out right there's no end in sight
0:59I hate my life
1:03How come I never get laid
1:06Nice guys always lose
1:10How could she have another headache
1:14There's always some kind of excuse
1:18I still hate my job
1:22My boss is a dick
1:26I don't get paid nearly enough
1:28To put up with all of his sh*t
1:34Well I hate my job all my rich friends
1:37I hate everyone to the bitter end
1:41Nothing turns out right there's no end in sight
1:45I hate my life
2:04I hate that I can't tell
2:08When a girl's underage
2:11And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of a**
2:14Then her daddy punches me in the face
2:19So if you're pissed like me
2:23B**ches here's what you've gotta do
2:26Put your middle fingers up in the air
2:29Go on and say 'F**k you'
2:35Well I hate my job all my rich friends
2:38I hate everyone to the bitter end
2:42Nothing turns out right there's no end in sight
2:45I hate my life
2:49So much at stake
2:51Can't catch a break
2:53I hate my life
2:57No there's nothing new
2:59And it sucks to be you
3:01I f**king hate my life
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 B**ch you better get out of the way Before I start falling apart I hate how my wife Is always up my a** 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 dick I don't get paid nearly enough To put up with all of his sh*t 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 a** Then her daddy punches me in the face So if you're pissed 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' 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 f**king hate my life
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