Song Lyrics 

Get Over It 

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 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

Bitch 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 bitchin' 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