Theory of a Dead Man Hate My Life

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. (Oh please show me now) 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