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Текстове на песни: Youth Brigade. To Sell The Truth. I Hate My Life.


Woke up hung like a ton of bricks
Don't know where the hell I am!
Whos this naked next to me
What did I do?!
I gotta pee!
Can't work or go to school today
Can't remember if I do that anyways.
Got some money
Got no clue, the world's a mess!

I hate my life!
I hate my life!
Hate my life!
I hate my life!

Crashed the car
Lost the job I'm dirty, smelly, a total slob
Lot's of sex
Little love stimulation, no satisfaction.
Life is hard
Life is stress
Life is such a pain in the ass
Saturday night, I'm not dressed how can I go on?!

I hate my life!
I hate my life!
Hate my life!
I hate my life!

Woke up hung like a ton of bricks
Don't know where the hell I am!
Whos this naked next to me
What did I do?!
I gotta pee!
Can't work or go to school today
Can't remember if I do that anyways.
Got some money
Got no clue, the world's a mess!

I hate my life!
I hate my life!
Hate my life!
I hate my life!

Your life's so bad
Theyre gonna take it take it all away
Your life's so bad
Theyre gonna take it take it all away

Complain! Complain! Life sucks anyway!
It it's all so hard let them take it all away.
Why the competition?
Why stress to death?
Be happy with what you have!
Most have so much less
I hope some day we realize how good it really is.

Yeah, I may hate my life at times but I always try to live!

Complain! Complain! Life sucks anyway!
It it's all so hard let them take it all away.
Why the competition?
Why stress to death?
Be happy with what you have!
Most have so much less
I hope some day we realize how good it really is.

Yeah, I may hate my life at times but I always try to live!