Got so much trouble
  hate this job
  tried to get out
  trapped like a dog
  no I don't like
  
  pumpin' gas
  do ya hate to wait
  life's a game
  play your rules
  is the bottle half empty
  or the bottle half full
  it does no good
  no good to shout
  but I scream I hate
  say i'm hostile
  gotta relax
  better get a grip
  here's the facts
  I hate bein' here.
  
  I hate people that make ya feel small
  I hate having my back against the wall
  I hate bein' talked down to
  I hate your rules
  I hate'em all
  hate bein' marked to take the fall
  planet's not big enough for me and you
  
  got trouble over me
  surrounded by jerks
  can't ya see
  smile to my face
  know ya lie
  knife in my back another game
  rules, rules, rules
  not for me,
  you fuckin' fool.
  
  so open your mouth
  one more time
  and my foot is goin' down
  in one ear
  out the other
  a waste of time
  don't even bother
  I hate bein' here
  
  think I know
  how ya got this far
  think I know
  got where we are
  think i'll hate you
  where you'll be dead
  I know it, I hate you
  smile to my face
  know to die
  says the problems
  ask your self way
  hate the games
  hate the rules
  you're gonna loose
  say i'm hostile
  gotta relax
  better get a grip
  here's the fact
  not much more of you