Old Fashioned

I’m a walk these high heels, like a blunt mace coming down black lace
Tripping around blurred lines, down in the dirt nothing will change
Hold it down, hold it down, keep standing on your knees
Hold it down, hold it down, just keep standing on your knees.

You wanna go out screaming until you’re bleeding
Ain’t no class in this ditch and it’s all repeating
We made a bold ass claim but you didn’t even breathe on it
Oh please, it’s all wheeze when you talk so why bother to listen through?

We can’t stand to be old fashioned
We can’t dance when the rhythm can’t hold us, beauty ain’t for us
And they all lack passion, the new beat ain’t grand enough for us
Their shackles can’t hold us, they’re riding on all that.

We’re gonna go out bleeding, distorting what’s ever static
You’ve come around blank still, your crystal ball ain’t so crystal clear
Hold it down, hold it down, should I be standing on my knees?
If we spill these words we’ll be drowning in the cesspool.

We can’t stand to be old fashioned
We can’t dance when the rhythm can’t hold us, beauty ain’t for us
And they all lack passion, slacking down because they’re premium class hoarders
Their shackles can’t hold us and they’re riding on all that
They’ll all bow when their cages can’t hold us.

We keep holding it down still, we don’t care for things you’re praising
We keep holding it down still, I can’t keep holding it down still

We can’t stand to be old fashioned
We can’t dance when the rhythm can’t hold us, beauty ain’t for us
And they all lack passion, the new beat ain’t grand enough for us
Their shackles can’t hold us, because I’m so fashion
They lack all moves to dance for us, it ain’t grand enough for us
And they’re riding on all that
They’ll all bow when their cages can’t hold us.