Turn on the tube, turn on the tube Well I see, a whole lot of people cryin' Don't blame me, they want their crooked little fingers Everybody else, spend all their time Feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your mama's too thin and your daddy too fat Get over it, get over it All this whinin' and cryin', bitchin' and thinkin' 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, old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill them 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 You don't wanna bleed, then your money's worth it Get over it, get over it It's like goin' to conventions, every time I hear you speak You're makin' the most of your losing streak Some call it sick, and I call it weak Yeah, yeah, yeah You're draggin' around like a ballin' chain You're wallowin' the guilt, you're wallowin' the pain You're wavin' like a flag, you're wearin' like a crown You got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down You bitch about the present, you blame it on the past I'd like to find you with a child and kick its little ass Get over it, get over it All this bitchin', moanin', bitchin' and sin Get over it, get over it It's gotta stop sometimes, so why don't you quit Get over it, get over it Get over it