We got another brand new song for you
This our anti politically correct song
It's kinda one of these kind of songs
That's what we get for watching afternoon television
This song is called get over it
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 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 they gave you some cash
The more I think about it ole 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 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-yeah
Yeah 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 some time so why don't you quit
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it
