Turn on the tube, 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 mama's too thin and 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 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   If you don't wanna play then you might as well quit   Get over it   Get over it      It's like goin' to confession every time I hear you speak   You're makin' the most of your losing streak   Some call it sick, but I call it weak   Yeah, yeah, yeah      You drag it around like a ball on a 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 a gutter bringin' everybody down   You 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 some time, so why don't you quit?   Get over it   Get over it      (Spoken)   Get over it!