Lyric Context Universe
that's ok
'cause no one dare give you away. i hate my job
i hate your god
that's ok
'cause no one dare give you away. i hate my job
i hate your god
tired from work
hate my job
i really ought-a be in mourning
tired from work
hate my job
i really ought-a be in mourning
i hate everything
i hate my job
i hate my life and if it weren't for my two kids i'd hate my ex-wife
i hate everything
i hate my job
i hate my life and if it weren't for my two kids i'd hate my ex-wife
i see 'em in the fields i'm taking their head off
i hate my job and i hate my boss
but i love my country and i pray to god that the cowboys win
i see 'em in the fields i'm taking their head off
i hate my job and i hate my boss
but i love my country and i pray to god that the cowboys win
i hate my home
i hate my job
i hate the wife
i hate my home
i hate my job
i hate the wife