Get Over It – Eagles – letras

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 elseSpend all their time feelin? sorry for themselvesVictim of this, victim of thatYour mama?s too thin and your daddy?s too fatGet over it!Get over it!All this whinin? and cryin? and pitchin? a fitGet over it! Get over it!You say you haven?t been the same since you had your little crashBut you might feel better if they gave you some cashThe more I think about it old Billy was rightLet?s kill all the lawyers, kill ?em tonightYou don?t wanna work, you wanna live like a kingBut the big, bad world doesn?t owe you a thingGet over it!Get over it!If you don?t wanna play then you might as well splitGet over it! Get over it!It?s like goin’ to confession every time I hear you speakYou?re makin? the most of your losin? streakSome call it sick but I call it weak, yeah yeah yeahYeah you drag it around like a ball and chainYou wallow in the guilt, you wallow in the painYou wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crownGot your mind in the gutter, bringin? everybody downYou bitch about the present and blame it on the pastI?d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass!Get over it!Get over it!All this bitchin? and moanin? and pitchin? a fitGet 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!Get over it!