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 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 sometime
so why don t you quit Get over it
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