Turn on the tube, what do I see? A whole lotta people cryin', "Don't blame me," They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your mama's too thin and 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 wanna work, you wanna 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 wanna play then you might as well quit Get over it Get over it
It's like goin' to confession every time I hear you speak You're makin' the most of your losing streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak Yeah, yeah, yeah
You drag it around like a ball on a 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 a gutter bringin' everybody down You bitch about the present and blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's 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 It's gotta stop some time, so why don't you quit? Get over it Get over it
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