Futurama

Hate My Life (In the 20th Century)

Song By DSS

(Based on Hate My Life by Theory of a Deadman)

So sick of the deliveries
Always being told they didn’t order
I hate how I have to go ‘round New York
Wishing I’d be makin’ the crank calls
I hate all of the people
Who think I’m gonna give up
Man, you better think again
Before I start fallin’ apart
I hate how my girlfriend
Is always cheating on me
She says it’s not workin’ out
And that she leaves my stuff out the door

I hate my job
As a delivery boy
To the bitter end
Nothin’ ends well for me
Not anything
I hate my life
(In the 20th century)

How come I’m treated like an idiot?
Nice guys always loose
How come Michelle’s got another headache?
It always has to do with me
I still hate my job
And Mr. Panucci’s a slob
I don’t get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his crap

I hate my job
As a delivery boy
To the bitter end
Nothin’ ends well for me
Not anything
I hate my life
(In the 20th century)

I hate that I can’t tell
When bike lock’s crap
I leave my bike locked up
But then some jerk shows up
And takes anyway
So if you’re ticked like me
>Crack open a fresh can of beer
Raise your Lobrau in the air
Go on
And say
“Here’s to another lousy millennium”

I hate my job
As a delivery boy
To the bitter end
Nothin’ ends well for me
Not anything
I hate my life
(In the 20th century)
So much time wasted
So many deliveries wasted
I hate my life
(In the 20th century)
Nothin’ to live for in my old life
It sucks to be a delivery boy
I freakin’ hate my life!
(In the 20th century)!

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