Lot of knots, lot of snags, lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin old hags, lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags. Oh its such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt. Everythings a stress and whats more, well its all somebodys fault. Hey! Get over it! Makes you sick, makes you ill, makes you cheat, slipping change from the till. Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while the milk still spills. Aint it just a bitch? What a pain... Well its all a crying shame. What left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame. Hey! Get over it! Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife. Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night. Arent you such a catch? What a prize! Got a body like a battle axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes We outta buy you a Cadillac! Hey! Get get get get get over it! Get over it Get over IT! OH!
Artist: Ok Go
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