GetOverIt

Get Over It - Eagles

Written by：Glenn Frey

I turn on the tube and what do I see

A whole lot of people crying don't blame me

They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else

Spend all their time feeling sorry for themselves

Victim of this victim of that

Your mamma's too thin your daddy's too fat

Get over it

Get over it

All this whining and crying and pitching 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 them 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 wanna you might as well quit

Get over it get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak

You're making the most of your losing streak

Some call it sick but I call it weak

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah 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 bringing everybody down

You b**ch about the present and blame it on the past

I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little a**

Get over it

Get over it

All this b**ching and moaning and pitching 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