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WebbI 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" I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end. WebbLyrics to Hate My Life Theory Of A Deadman Artistfacts Branden from Orange Park, Fl This song was meant for me yeah my boss was a dick, I hate how poor people get paid while I … Webb[Verse 3] I hate that I can't tell When a girl's underage You know, 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 This is what you gotta do Put your middle fingers up in the air Go on, and say, "Fuck you!" adamlink1111 • 2 yr. ago This is aboot as Canadian as Molson, beavers and apologies. can a novel ever be timeless