Eagles - Get Over İtadd

EI turn on the tube and what do I seeA whole lotta people cryin Don t blame me
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselvesAVictim of this victim of thatBYour momma s too thin; your daddy s too fatEGet over it GGet over it AAll this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fitEGet over it get over itE G A D pauseEYou 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 tonightAYou don t want to work; you want to live like a kingBBut the big bad world doesn t owe you a thingEGet over it GGet over it AIf you don t want to play then you might as well splitEGet over it get over itE G A E.. E G A E .. E ED E (drums)
It s like going to a confession every time I hear you speakDYou re makin the most of your losin streakB BSome call it sick but I call it weak (get over it page 2 )EYou 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 downGBitch about the present and blame it on the past.AI d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yehEGet over it GGet over it AAll this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fitEGet over it get over itEGet over it GGet over it AIts gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quitEGet over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1/2 later)E G A E.. E G A E (pause guitar) ...(all play B A G E) ...
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)