Теория ЧеловекаСмерти - Ненавижу свою жизнь | Текст песни

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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 outta 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.

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!

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 your shit!

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!

(kind of solo)

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,
Bitches, here's what you gotta do:
Put your middle fingers up in the air,
Go on and say "Fuck you!"

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!

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 fucking hate my life!