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Tom: Dm

Dm
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 and your daddy's too fat

    Dm           F                   G
Get over it, get over it, all this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
    Dm
Get over it, get over it


FILL IN:Dm   F - G - Dm

 Dm
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, 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

    Dm           F                G
Get over it, get over it, if you don't want to pay, then you might as well split
    Dm
Get over it, get over it


Solo:Dm   F - G - Dm		(2*)

           C                                          Dm
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
     C                                      A
You makin' the most of your losin' streak, some call it sick, but I call it weak
Yeah, yeah, yeah

            Dm
Yeah, you drag it around like 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
     G
Complainin' 'bout the present, blame it on the past
             A
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

    Dm           F                  G
Get over it, get over it, all this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
    Dm
Get over it, get over it


    Dm           F              G
Get over it, get over it, it's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
    Dm
Get over it, get over it


Solo:Dm   F - G - Dm		(2*)

Get over it