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 $$#

Get over it

Get over it
All this (*##$in' 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