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!