I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin dont blame me
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your mommas too thin; your daddys too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you havent been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Lets kill all the lawyers, kill em tonight
You dont want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesnt owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you dont want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

Its like going to confession every time I hear you speak
Youre makin the most of your losin streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
Id like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
Its gotta stop sometime, so why dont you quit
Get over it, get over it

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