Get Over İt Lyrics

I turn on the tube and what do I see
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 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
pause
You say you haven t been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
The more I think about it Old Billy was right
(harmony)
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
(drums)
It s like going to a 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
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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
Bitch about the present and blame it on the past.
I d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yeh
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 sometimes so why don t you quit
Get over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1
2 later)
(pause guitar) ...(all play
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)