PHILOSOPHY
Grudge is the match
Last power grab
I’m hovered at the edge of my low profile
And you want someone to worship you, well

CHORUS:
Hey Big Bad, getting the last laugh
When you stab it in the back
Dressed like Grandma
Well I won’t co-operate
Guess I’m a bad girl and I don’t know my place
But where do I fit in, where do I fit in to your philosophy?

Where do I fit in to your philosophy?

My happy lines
Like I think it’s my trophy for life
Blinding with shine
I’m crying wolf, you’re on the roof now

Where do I fit in to your philosophy?
Where do I fit in to your atrocities?
Where do I fit in to your philosophy?
Why am I sideswiped by your velocity?
Where do I fit in?