Just Like Ringing a Bell - Titus Andronicus

They’re taking an old religion

Fitting it with a different name

Now we’re cutting our own incisions

And inserting their hurting pain

There’s another innocent victim

Shivering in the frigid cold

They’re making a dirty fortune selling something that’s barely working

An inferior version of rock and roll

Or whatever else ever has touched your soul

Call it what you will, there’s a billion of them they sold

They’re taking credit that they’re not earning

Any good thing they ever sold they stole

Oh yeah

They’re making a television different than the old one was

A limited deluxe edition, it’s a superior version of

The previous week’s installment, but ain’t it all the same?

(Pretty much)

Yet I comfort myself at night with transmission by satellite

It’s like a good enough facsimile of real love

I guess I got a habit same as everyone else does

We’re all banging down doors, trying to grab that stuff

But we never should have left it up to the judge

That passed the bill that illegalized us

They illegalized us

The inferior version (Ooh-ooh)

It isn’t really rock and roll (Ooh yeah)

It’s but a shallow imitation (Ooh-ooh)

It doesn’t really get ya goin' (Ooh yeah)

And there ain’t no good explanation (Ooh-ooh)

Why it’s flying off the shelves (Ooh yeah)

It’s a sorry situation (Ooh-ooh)

Entire world’s going to hell (Ooh yeah)

But I in no way blame myself

Though I helped those bastards to sell that inferior version we love so well

An inferior version of rock and roll

An inferior version of rock and roll

They’re making a dirty fortune off an inferior version of rock and roll

Whoa, yeah