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I turn on the tube what 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
get over it, get over it
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
but 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 b*tch about the present and blame it on the past
i'd like to find your inner child an' kick it's little ass
get over it
get over it
all this moaning' 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