Fittin' In

Song Fittin' In
Artist Sol.illaquists of Sound
Album No More Heroes

Lyrics

作曲 : Brooks, G. Valencia, Sarton
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Had the advantage of an adolescent attitude, saw the
world new through the low class view… proposed positive
would be the best way to go so I lived underground with
my stereo. Kept with the times even on my birthday you
know. Made a date with the earth to stop laying low.
It’ll come soon or late yo I’m patient... (hope soon
before the thought of me is vacant.) Matter fact let me
see how my peers be… (Above ground I walk a bit scared
really.) Should’ve brought some money, gotta credit
card though… (keep walking to the beats on my stereo.)
Sounds different from the ones they like to rock right?
Guess I ain’t up with the new-new like… (shake yo ass
and… blah, blah, blah.) Approach slow, “you will never
fit in,” they say. I play it off like I don’t care
anyway knowing damn well I wish I was down. Que sera,
they won’t have it, I’m a misfit clown.
BRIDGE (Swamburger)
People drinking, people smoking, but they will not
invite me to their clubs or their house parties cause I
don’t do these here things. When I told them I was cool
they’d just doubt my cool and laugh then I changed my
walk and gave up talk, still they all just laugh.
HOOK:
I can’t fit in
No, no, no
I can’t fit in
Oh I guess I ought to tell you
I can’t fit in
No, no, no
I can’t fit in
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Been in expansive
Free along bright cosmos coast
Spot a lovely place
Full range of cerulean and jade and gold
But there’s fire in the aims
Of its citizens and their claims
They’re waging wars
Over nothing more than mortal fixates
That do always wane
Call it dawning of esteem
It’s a synchronized right relief
For alleviating clouds around
The consequence of fighting peace
I’ll take a quick retreat please
BRIDGE (Alexandrah)
People scheming, people dying
But they do not notice me
From their capsules or their castles
Cause I don’t do these here things
When I told them I was troubled
Bout the state they’re keeping in
They just laugh and pass it over
Accustomed to this violence

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Brooks, G. Valencia, Sarton
VERSE 1 Swamburger
Had the advantage of an adolescent attitude, saw the
world new through the low class view proposed positive
would be the best way to go so I lived underground with
my stereo. Kept with the times even on my birthday you
know. Made a date with the earth to stop laying low.
It ll come soon or late yo I m patient... hope soon
before the thought of me is vacant. Matter fact let me
see how my peers be Above ground I walk a bit scared
really. Should ve brought some money, gotta credit
card though keep walking to the beats on my stereo.
Sounds different from the ones they like to rock right?
Guess I ain t up with the newnew like shake yo ass
and blah, blah, blah. Approach slow, you will never
fit in, they say. I play it off like I don t care
anyway knowing damn well I wish I was down. Que sera,
they won t have it, I m a misfit clown.
BRIDGE Swamburger
People drinking, people smoking, but they will not
invite me to their clubs or their house parties cause I
don t do these here things. When I told them I was cool
they d just doubt my cool and laugh then I changed my
walk and gave up talk, still they all just laugh.
HOOK:
I can t fit in
No, no, no
I can t fit in
Oh I guess I ought to tell you
I can t fit in
No, no, no
I can t fit in
VERSE 2 Alexandrah
Been in expansive
Free along bright cosmos coast
Spot a lovely place
Full range of cerulean and jade and gold
But there s fire in the aims
Of its citizens and their claims
They re waging wars
Over nothing more than mortal fixates
That do always wane
Call it dawning of esteem
It s a synchronized right relief
For alleviating clouds around
The consequence of fighting peace
I ll take a quick retreat please
BRIDGE Alexandrah
People scheming, people dying
But they do not notice me
From their capsules or their castles
Cause I don t do these here things
When I told them I was troubled
Bout the state they re keeping in
They just laugh and pass it over
Accustomed to this violence