Get Over It

i turn on the tubewhat do i see,

a whole lot a people cryin' "don't blame me"

they point their crooked little fingers at everybody else

spend all their time felin' sorry for them selves

victim of this, victim of that

your mommas too thin; and your daddys too fat

get over it

get over it

all this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

you say ya haven't been the same since ya had your little crash

but you might feel better if they gave you some cash

the more i think about it, ol' billy was right

let's kill all the lawers- kill 'em tonight

you don't wanna work you wanna live like a king

butt the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing

get over it

get over it

ya 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

your 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 an' 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

ya bitch about the present and blame it on the past

i'd like to find your little child an' kick it's 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

it's gotta stop some time so why don't you quit

get over it,get over it

get over it