Theory of a Deadman – Hate My Life (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
               D
So sick of the hobos

                    A
Always beggin' for change

               G
I don't like how I gotta work

                                D
And they just sit around and get paid

                  D
I hate all of the people

                     A
Who can't drive their cars

                     G
Bitch you better get out of the way

                        D
Before I, start falling apart

              D
I hate how my wife

                A
Is always up my ass

                       G
She always wants to buy brand new things

                        D
But I, don't have the cash
[Chorus]
                A
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
[Verse 2]
                       D
How come I never get laid?

                   A
Nice guys always lose

                              G
How could she have another headache?

                              D
There's always some kind of excuse

                 D
I still hate my job

              A
My boss is a dick

                    G
I don't get paid nearly enough

                           D
To put up with all of his shit
[Chorus]
                A
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]
                     D
I hate that I can't tell

                 A
When a girl's underage

                                 G
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass

                                  D
Then her daddy punches me in the face

                         D
So if you're pissed like me

                                 A
Bitches here's what you've gotta do

                        G
Put your middle fingers up in the air

                     D
Go on and say 'Fuck you'
[Chorus]
                A
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

               A
So much at stake

                  G
Can't catch a break

            D
I hate my life

                    A
No there's nothing new

                     G
And it sucks to be you

                    D
I fucking hate my life