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