I hate my life Well I hate my job, all of my rich friends I hate everyone to the bitter end Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight So sick of the hobos Always beggin' for change I don't like how I gotta work And they just sit around and get

I run around town, around round the town The pedal to whatever Gonna ride my bike until I get home With the pedal to the metal My mama tells me I should stop Go and get a real job That can't be the way that I roll And I'm getting count of it all

I hate everything." I hate my job And I hate my life And if it weren't for my two kids I'd hate my ex wife. I know I should move on and try to start again, But I just can't get over her leaving me for him. Then he shook his head, looked down at his ring,