Get Over It - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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

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

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 its little ass

Get over it

All this bitching and moaning and pitching a fit

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