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, get over it
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