Hate My Life chords by Theory Of A Deadman

NOTE: I used a capo on the first fret but if you don’t have one you
can tune a half step up or in a key up

        C
So sick of the hobos
                    G
Always beggin’ for change
               F
I don’t like how I gotta work
                                C
And they just sit around and get paid

                  C
I hate all of the people
                     G
Who can’t drive their cars
                     F
Bitch you better get out of the way
                        C
Before I, start falling apart

           C
I hate my wife
                G
she’s always on my ass
                       F
She wants to buy brand new things
                        C
But I, don’t have the cash

(Refrain)
                G
Well I hate my job, all my rich friends

              C
I hate everyone to the bitter end
                     F
Nothing turns out right, there’s no end in sight
            C
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 shit


-(Refrain)-

solo

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I hate that I can’t tell
When a girl’s underage
And how when 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’ve gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say ’Fuck you’

-(Refrain)-
               G
So much at stake
                  F
Can’t catch a break
            C
I hate my life

                    G
No there’s nothing new
                     F
And it sucks to be you
                    C
I fucking hate my life