Get Over It
The Eagles"Get Over It" is a song by The Eagles, released in 1994 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:53 long and contains 38 lines and 293 words.
Lyrics
0:27I turn on the tube and what do I see
0:30A whole lot of people crying don't blame me
0:33They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
0:36Spend all their time feeling sorry for themselves
0:39Victim of this victim of that
0:42Your mamma's too thin your daddy's too fat
0:45Get over it
0:48Get over it
0:51All this whining and crying and pitching a fit
0:53Get over it get over it
1:08You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
1:11But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
1:14The more I think about it old Billy was right
1:16Let's kill all the lawyers kill them tonight
1:20You don't want to work you want to live like a king
1:23But the big bad world doesn't owe you a thing
1:25Get over it
1:28Get over it
1:31If you don't wanna you might as well quit
1:34Get over it get over it
2:00It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
2:06You're making the most of your losing streak
2:09Some call it sick but I call it weak
2:14Yeah yeah yeah
2:15Yeah you drag it around like a ball and chain
2:18You wallow in the guilt you wallow in the pain
2:21You wave it like a flag you wear it like a crown
2:24Got your mind in the gutter bringing everybody down
2:27You b**ch about the present and blame it on the past
2:30I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little a**
2:32Get over it
2:35Get over it
2:38All this b**ching and moaning and pitching a fit
2:41Get over it get over it
2:44Get over it
2:47Get over it
2:50It's gotta stop sometime so why don't you quit
2:53Get over it get over it
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
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