D x5 D I turn on the tube and 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 G Victim of this, victim of that A Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat D Get over it F Get over it G All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit D Get over it, get over it D F G D pause D 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 (harmony) Let's kill all the lawyers - kill 'em tonight G You don't want to work; you want to live like a king A But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing D Get over it F Get over it G If you don't want to play, then you might as well split D Get over it, get over it D F G D D F G D D D C D It's like going to a confession every time I hear you speak C You're makin' the most of your losin' streak A A Some call it sick, but I call it weak ... yeh, yeh, yeh D 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 G Bitch about the present and blame it on the past A I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass D Get over it F Get over it G All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit D Get over it, get over it D Get over it F Get over it G It's gotta stop sometimes, so why don't you quit D Get over it, get over it D F G D D F G D A G F D ... get over it
x
1 di