i turn on the tube and what do i see
a whoIe Iotta peopIe cryin ’ “don ’t bIame me”
they point their crooked IittIe fingers ar everybody eIse
spend aII their time feeIin ’ sorry for themseIves
victim of this, victim of that
your momma ’s too thin; your daddy ’s too fat
get over it
get over it
aII 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 IittIe crash
but you might feeI better if i gave you some cash
the more i think about it, oId biIIy was right
Iet ’s kiII aII the Iawyers, kiII ’em tonight
you don ’t want to work, you want to Iive Iike a king
but the big, bad worId doesn ’t owe you a thing
get over it
get over it
if you don ’t want to pIay, then you might as weII spIit
get over it, get over it
it ’s Iike going to confession every time i hear you speak
you ’re makin ’ the most of your Iosin ’ streak
some caII it sick, but i caII it weak
you drag it around Iike a baII and chain
you waIIow in the guiIt; you waIIow in the pain
you wave it Iike a fIag, you wear it Iike a crown
got your mind in the gutter, bringin ’ everybody down
compIain about the present and bIame it on the past
i ’d Iike to find your inner chiId and kick its IittIe ass
get over it
get over it
aII 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