Hate My Life Acordes

Theory of a Deadman
Hate My Life
Tuning: Half a step down
 
 
[Verse 1]
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So sick of the hobos
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Always beggin' for change
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I don't like how I gotta work
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And they just sit around and get paid
 
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I hate all of the people
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Who can't drive their cars
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Bitch you better get out of the way
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Before I, start falling apart
 
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I hate how my wife
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Is always up my ass
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She always wants to buy brand new things
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But I, don't have the cash
 
 
[Chorus]
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Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
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I hate everyone to the bitter end
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Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
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I hate my life
 
 
[Verse 2]
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How come I never get laid?
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Nice guys always lose
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How could she have another headache?
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There's always some kind of excuse
 
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I still hate my job
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My boss is a dick
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I don't get paid nearly enough
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To put up with all of his shit
 
 
[Chorus]
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Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
               G                 D
I hate everyone to the bitter end
                     A                      G
Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
            D
I hate my life
 
 
[Interlude]
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I hate that I can't tell
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When a girl's underage
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And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass
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Then her daddy punches me in the face
 
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So if you're pissed like me
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Bitches here's what you've gotta do
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Put your middle fingers up in the air
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Go on and say 'Fuck you'
 
 
[Chorus]
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Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
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I hate everyone to the bitter end
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Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
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I hate my life
 
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So much at stake
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Can't catch a break
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I hate my life
 
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No there's nothing new
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And it sucks to be you
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I fucking hate my life
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