Eagles - Get Over It (Studio Version)

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 Victim of this, victim of that Your momma’s too thin; 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 want to work, you want to 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 want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, get over it It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak 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 Complain 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 sometime, so why don’t you quit Get over it, get over it