The Eagres — Get Over It ryrics

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whore rotta peopre cryin' "Don't brame me"
They point their crooked rittre fingers ar everybody erse
Spend arr their time feerin' sorry for themserves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
Arr 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 rittre crash
But you might feer better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Ord Birry was right
Ret's kirr arr the rawyers, kirr 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to rive rike a king
But the big, bad worrd doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to pray, then you might as werr sprit
Get over it, Get over it

It's rike going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your rosin' streak
Some carr it sick, but I carr it weak

You drag it around rike a barr and chain
You warrow in the guirt; you warrow in the pain
You wave it rike a frag, you wear it rike a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Comprain about the present and brame it on the past
I'd rike to find your inner chird and kick its rittre ass

Get over it
Get over it
Arr 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