I Hate My Life chords by Theory Of A Deadman

• Tuning: Half-Step Down (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)

Difficulty: Novice

Verse 1:
                D                        A
So sick of the hobos, Always beggin' for change-
                   G                                           D
I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get paid.
                  D                             A
I hate all of the people, Who can't drive their cars-
                     G                     G                 D
Bitch you better get out of the way, before I start falling apart.
              D                     A
I hate how my wife, Is always up my ass-
                       G                                       D
She always wants to buy brand new things,But I, don't have the cash.

Chorus:
              A                    A                    G                  D
Well I hate my Job, all of my rich friends, I hate everyone to the bitter end.
                   A                        G                D
Nothing turns out right, There's no end in sight, I hate my life.


Verse 2:
                     D                       A
How come I never get laid?  Nice guys always lose-
                    G                                              D
How could she have another headache? There's always some kind of excuse.
                D                 A
I still hate my job, My boss is a dick -
                 G                                        D
I don't get paid nearly enough, To put up with all of his shit.


Chorus:
              A                    A                   G                  D
Well I hate my Job, all of my rich friends, I hate everyone to the bitter end.
                   A                        G                D
Nothing turns out right, There's no end in sight, I hate my life.


Verse 3:
                    D                        A
I hate that I can't tell, When a girl's underage-
                                              G                                     D
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass, Then her daddy punches me in the face.
                         D                                    A
So if you're pissed like me, Bitches here's what you've gotta do-
                        G                                  D
Put your middle fingers up in the air, Go on and say 'Fuck you'


Chorus:
              A                    B                   G                  D
Well I hate my Job, all of my rich friends, I hate everyone to the bitter end.
                   A                        G                D
Nothing turns out right, There's no end in sight, I hate my life.
            A                       A            D
So much at stake, Can't catch a break, I hate my life-
                   A                       A                      D
No there's nothing new, And it sucks to be you, I fucking hate my life!

Fuck!