Wasted Life - Hinder

Whoa…
Whoa…
Whoa…

Hand on the clock, ticking
The hotel room, spinning
There’s a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls
Saying it’s my fault, the devil’s grinning

Burning all of my time
You’re asking why?
But I’m not listening
‘Cause it’s my wasted life

Dead-end job, fuck it.
My asshole boss, suck it.
‘Cause it ain’t worth all the pennies I’ve earned
Just another drop in the bucket

Burning all of my time
You’re asking why?
But I’m not listening
‘Cause it’s my wasted life

Same shit, every day
Set in my ways
I’m out of control again…

Whoa, whoa, whoa…
It’s my way…
It’s my, it’s my wasted life
It’s my, it’s my wasted life
It’s my, it’s my wasted life