Artist/Band:
The Eagles
Lyrics for Song: Get Over It
Lyrics for Album: The Very Best Of The Eagles [2003]
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!
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