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 And 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 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 Oh! 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