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Listen to the full album: “Get Over It“ by Danny Elfman from the album 'Big Mess', available now Order at -------------------- Official Site: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Epitaph Records is an artist-first indie label founded in Los Angeles by Bad Religion guitarist, Brett Gurewitz. Early releases from a variety of punk heavyweights helped launch the 90s punk explosion. Along the way, Epitaph has grown and evolved creatively while sticking to its mission of helping real artists make great recordings on their own terms. #dannyelfman #antirecords #epitaph -------------------- Music & Lyrics by Danny Elfman Produced by Danny Elfman Recorded by Noah Snyder Additional Engineering: Nick Rives & Matt Tuggle Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound Mixed by Zakk Cervini Mix Assistant: Nik Trekov Vocals, Guitars & Synths by Danny Elfman Drums - Josh Freese Guitar – Nili Brosh Bass - Stu Brooks Percussion – Sidney Hopson -------------------- “Get Over It“ - Lyrics by Danny Elfman The jury‘s out, hung it up, couldn‘t decide What‘s wrong, or right Get over it, get over it baby Quit your shoutin‘— too much sound Quit your gripin‘— just look around Get over it ladies, get over it gents Get over it babies, get over it The jury‘s out, hung it up, couldn‘t decide What‘s right, or wrong, and Do you, know better? Do you know what‘s inside? Do you know what makes the clock tick backwards? Through time When things, were different Calmer minds, prevailed But that ship has sailed Get over it ladies, get over it gents Get over it babies, get over it Do you know the story about the man Who gave his life to sorrow? He gave it up, like an old cigarette To find a better tomorrow Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes Get over it ladies, get over it gents Get over it babies, get over it The jury‘s out— and another one‘s down And out like an animal banished From Eden— but I never liked apples And God— would no doubt— be angry If he ever found out, what you and me Were up to, last night, behind the gym I couldn‘t help but notice—your skin Was soft to the touch— and just like that It‘s over Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes The devil lives— in a big white house There‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy Get over it ladies, get over it gents Get over it babies, get over it To the right, there‘s a mountain, to the left there‘s the sea And above a flock of sparrows And they fly— with the wind— to steal your soul For a price— they move incognito And find a way, and know what they do To your heart, and then they burrow Your friends and neighbors, they won’t have a clue They will come, and they will, find you You will ask forgiveness, but there‘s none to find It‘s the price, you pay, for greatness Lightning, strikes three times, bad luck comes in threes The devil lives in a big white house There‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy, there‘s no mercy For me © 2021 Danny Elfman, under exclusive license to Epitaph / Anti Music & lyrics published by Morte Pharmaceutical Music (BMI)
