I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin "Dont blame me" They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselves Victimof this, victimof that Your mommas too thin; your daddys 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 havent 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 Lets ki will all the lawyers, ki will em tonight You dont want to work, you want to li have like a king But the big, bad world doesnt owe you a thing
Get over it Get over it If you dont want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, Get over it
Its like going to confession every time I hear you speak you are 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 Id 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 Its gotta stop sometime, so why dont you quit Get over it, get over it
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