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 (drums) 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 (get over it page 2 ) 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 F Bitch about the present and blame it on the past. G I d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yeh 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 Its gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quit D Get over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1 / 2 later) D F G D .. D F G D (pause guitar) ...(all play A G F D) ... Drum roll .... get over it (stop)