Eagles - Get Over It lyrics
[Eagles - Get Over It lyrics]
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 and
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 '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 wanna play then
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 bitch 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 bitching 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
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 and
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 '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 wanna play then
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 bitch 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 bitching 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