Текст песни Get Over It, Eagles

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 ar 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 its 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