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 it�s 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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