I Hate My Job
I hate my job
I hate my life
I hate my girl
I hate my wife
AND I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!

I hate my house
I hate my car
I hate my lousy landlord
And his meathead bar
AND I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!

I hate my job
I hate the man
I want to be in a rock and roll band
I hate my job
I hate the man
I want to be in a rock and roll band
I wanna rock
I wanna roll
Wanna rock
Wanna save my soul
I wanna rock
I wanna roll
Wanna rock
Wanna save my soul

Don’t want lose my life
under fluorescent lights
I can do it
but it doesn’t feel right

I hate the Sun
I hate the Rain
I hate the bus
I hate the train
AND I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!

I hate my boss
I hate his game
I hate his lies
Cause they’re always lame
AND I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!

I hate my job
I hate the man
I want to be in a rock and roll band
I hate my job
I hate the man
I want to be in a rock and roll band
I wanna rock
I wanna roll
Wanna rock
Wanna save my soul
I wanna rock
I wanna roll
No more living thick and slow
No more living thick and slow
I wanna rock
I wanna roll
Wanna rock
Wanna save my soul