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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

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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