Intro (guitar) D(all), D , D , D , D (pause)
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)
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