Theory of a Dead Man - Hate My Life lyrics

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**h 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 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 his sh** Well 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 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**hes here's what you've gotta do Put your middle fingers up in the air Go on and say "f** you" Well 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 Now there's nothing new And it s**s to be you I f**ing hate my life