Get Over It

I turn on the tube what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' don't blame me They point their crooked little fingers everybody 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' cryin' 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 they gave you some cash The more I think about it old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers kill 'em tonight 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... Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah you drag it around like a ball and chain Wallow in the guilt wallow in the pain Wave it like a flag wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter bringin' everybody down Complain about the present blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child kick its little ass Get over it Get over it All this bitchin' and moanin' 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 Get over it