I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin´ "Don´t 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 momma´s too thin; your daddy´s 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 haven´t 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
Let´s kill all the lawyers, kill ´em tonight
You don´t want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn´t owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don´t want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it

It´s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You´re 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
I´d like to find your inner child and kick its little a__

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

Get over it
Get over it
It´s gotta stop sometime, so why don´t you quit
Get over it, get over it

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