[Verse 1] They called it the look, the shape of the times, Tailored to fit and polished up to a shine. But old seams don’t hold, and fabrics, they fray, What was popular then, just has no place today! [Pre-Chorus] Oh no, time will not blur the line, Some designs don’t quite age like a wine! You can try to dress it up, but put under the light, Wrong still is wrong, and will never look right! [Chorus] Wasn’t cool then! Isn’t cool now! A return of THIS trend, we cannot allow. There’s no vintage charm, no borrowed grace, Some things don’t belong in a modern space! [Verse 2] They bring out the old pattern, smooth out the creases, Try to make the past seem like new releases. You can colour the glass, to make it look like a gem. But we’ve seen all of these tricks, we will not fall for them! [Chorus] Wasn’t cool then! Isn’t cool now! A return of THIS trend, we cannot allow. There’s no vintage charm, no borrowed grace, Some things don’t belong in a modern space! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Oh, you can change the cut and sew the spin, Try to sell us this shit, all over again! But knowing hands, they pick at loose threads, Your glow up can’t hide that some fashions are dead! [Final Chorus] Wasn’t cool then, isn’t cool now, Some people might, fall for it somehow, You can try to re-cut it, re-brand the gown, But some trends belong, deep underground! [Musical Interlude] [Outro] So strip it away, burn it all down, Some styles don’t deserve a second round. Strip it away and burn it all down, Some styles don’t deserve a second round. [Guitar Solo] Strip it away! Burn it down! [spoken] Some fashions don’t deserve to still be around… …fucking get off the planet…
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