Theory Of A Deadman

[Verse 1] 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 Bitch, 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 This is what you gotta do Put your middle fingers up in the air Go on, and say, "Fuck you!" [Chorus] So much at stake, can't catch a break I hate my life No, it's nothing new Hear "it sucks to be you" I fuckin' hate my life Fuck!