Old Fashioned - Port Noir

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