Biografia:
Theory of a Deadman é uma banda canadense de rock formada em Delta, Colúmbia Britânica em 2001.
Theory of a Deadman foi a primeira banda a assinar com a 604 Records, gravadora de Chad Kroeger, vocalista do Nickelback, em 2001. Tyler Connolly (vocal/guitarra) teria passado uma cópia da demo de sua banda (que se tornaria a música "Invisible Man") para Kroeger em uma festa pós-show e logo os dois começaram a trabalhar juntos.
Eles lançaram seu álbum de estreia Theory of a Deadman em 17 de setembro de 2002.
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Outras músicas:
- Angel
- Bad Girlfriend
- I Hate My Life
- Santa Monica
- Lowlife
- All Or Nothing
- Better Or Worse
- Bitch Came Back
- Blow
- By The Way
- Cold Water
- Does It Really Matter
- Easy To Love You
- End Of The Summer
- Gentleman
- Hallelujah
- Hate My Life
- Head Above Water
- Heaven
- Hell Just Aint The Same
- Hello Lonely
- Hurricane
- In Ruins
- Livin My Life Like A Country Song
- Loner
- Love Is Hell
- Make Up Your Mind
- Me And My Girl
- Never Meant To Be
- No Surprise
- Not Meant To Be
- Out Of My Head
- Pch
- Rx
- Rx Medicate
- Sacrifice
- Since Youve Been Gone
- So Happy
- Straight Jacket
- The Bitch Came Back
- The One
- The One Acoustic
- The Sun Has Set On Me
- The Truth Is I Lied About Everything
- Time Machine
- Wait For Me
- Wake Up Call
- What Was I Thinking
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Theory of a Deadman: Hate my Life
I used a capo on the first fret but if you dont have one you can tune a half step up or
in a key up, your choice...
C
So sick of the hobos
G
Always beggin' for change
F
I don't like how I gotta work
C
And they just sit around and get paid
C
I hate all of the people
G
Who can't drive their cars
F
Bitch you better get out of the way
C
Before I, start falling apart
C
I hate my wife
G
she's always on my ass
F
She wants to buy brand new things
C
But I, don't have the cash
(Refrain)
G
Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
F C
I hate everyone to the bitter end
G F
Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
C
I hate my life
How come I never get laid?
Nice guys always lose
How could she have another headache?
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job
My boss is a dick
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his shit
-(Refrain)-
solo
e#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B#|--------------6--------------------------6------------------------------|
G#|--8---6----8-----8---6---6---8----6--6-------8---6----------------------|
D#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B#|-------------6--------------------------6------------------6------------|
G#|--8--6----8-----8---6---6---8----6--6-------8---6---6---8-----8---------|
D#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
I hate that I can't tell
When a girl's underage
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass
Then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you're pissed like me
Bitches here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say 'Fuck you'
-(Refrain)-
G
So much at stake
F
Can't catch a break
C
I hate my life
G
No there's nothing new
F
And it sucks to be you
C
I fucking hate my life
I used a capo on the first fret but if you dont have one you can tune a half step up or
in a key up, your choice...
I used a capo on the first fret but if you dont have one you can tune a half step up or
in a key up, your choice...
C
So sick of the hobos
G
Always beggin' for change
F
I don't like how I gotta work
C
And they just sit around and get paid
C
I hate all of the people
G
Who can't drive their cars
F
Bitch you better get out of the way
C
Before I, start falling apart
C
I hate my wife
G
she's always on my ass
F
She wants to buy brand new things
C
But I, don't have the cash
(Refrain)
G
Well I hate my job, all my rich friends
F C
I hate everyone to the bitter end
G F
Nothing turns out right, there's no end in sight
C
I hate my life
How come I never get laid?
Nice guys always lose
How could she have another headache?
There's always some kind of excuse
I still hate my job
My boss is a dick
I don't get paid nearly enough
To put up with all of his shit
-(Refrain)-
solo
e#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B#|--------------6--------------------------6------------------------------|
G#|--8---6----8-----8---6---6---8----6--6-------8---6----------------------|
D#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
e#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B#|-------------6--------------------------6------------------6------------|
G#|--8--6----8-----8---6---6---8----6--6-------8---6---6---8-----8---------|
D#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E#|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
I hate that I can't tell
When a girl's underage
And how when I tell her she's a nice piece of ass
Then her daddy punches me in the face
So if you're pissed like me
Bitches here's what you've gotta do
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Go on and say 'Fuck you'
-(Refrain)-
G
So much at stake
F
Can't catch a break
C
I hate my life
G
No there's nothing new
F
And it sucks to be you
C
I fucking hate my life
I used a capo on the first fret but if you dont have one you can tune a half step up or
in a key up, your choice...
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