Get Over It - Eagles

i turn on the tubewhat do i see,
a whole lot a people cryin' "don't blame me"
they point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
spend all their time felin' sorry for them selves 
victim of this, victim of that 
your mommas too thin; and your daddys too fat

get over it 
get over it 
all this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

you say ya haven't been the same since ya had your little crash
but you might feel better if they gave you some cash
the more i think about it, ol' billy was right 
let's kill all the lawers- kill 'em tonight 
you don't wanna work you wanna live like a king 
butt the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing

get over it 
get over it 
ya 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
your makin' the most of your losin' streak 
some call it sick, but i call it weak 
yeah yeah yeah

yeah you drag it around like a ball an' 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
ya bitch about the present and blame it on the past
i'd like to find your inner child an' kick it's 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 some time so why don't you quit
get over it,get over it 
get over it