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
at everbody else
Spend all their time
feelin' sorry
for themselves
Victim of this
Victim of that
Your momma's too thin
and 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 wanna work
you wanna 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
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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 it's little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this b*tchin'
and moanin'
and pitchin' a fit
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop some time
so why don't you quit
Get over it
Get over it