Lyrics
I have been ringing your doorbell,
I've been trying to connect with you
But you left me standing in the hall
You ignored me, leaving me outside
And you make love by the numbers,
You engage in superficial, calculated relationships
That doesn't mean there's any love at all
Just because there's physical intimacy doesn't mean there's genuine love
Now there you go with a big explanation
You offer elaborate explanations that seem pointless
Why do you waste your time?
Questioning why you waste time on certain things
And there you go, under estimation
Underestimating the significance of my thoughts
Of the thoughts that cross my mind
Disregarding the thoughts crossing my mind
This is your promise that you put up for sale
Your commitment is like a commodity for sale
It's done like a picture from a fairy tale,
Your promises resemble a fairy tale but lack substance
But still there's a difference, let me show it to you,
Highlighting the disparity between appearance and reality
This is crapola, this is shinola
Labeling something worthless as "shinola"
I see you're still in the headlines
Observing that you continue to be in the public eye
You pegged the latest trend again this week
You follow the latest trends but it doesn't impress me
I'm not impressed by the outfit,
Not swayed by your outward appearance or revolutionary style
Or your revolutionary chic
Your attempts at being revolutionary are not convincing
And here it comes,
Anticipating a repetitive pattern
I see you forming the words, you're performing the exercise
Recognizing the familiar speech and actions
And here it comes,
Expecting a recurring feeling of déjà vu
It's the feeling that I heard the same speech a hundred times
Feeling like the same message is repeated countless times
This is the jabber of a chimpanzee
Comparing nonsensical talk to a chimpanzee's jabber
The motion of your mouth looks much the same to me
Noticing the similarity in the movement of your mouth
The differentiation might be hard to see,
The differences are hard to see, but it's still worthless ("shinola")
But this is crapola, this is shinola
Reiterating that something is of no value ("crapola" vs. "shinola")
Everyone's talking, few of them know
Many talk without understanding
The rest are pretending, they put on a show
People pretend and put on a show
And if there's a message I guess this is it
If there's a message, it's that truth is challenging, while the easy part is nonsense
Truth isn't easy, the easy part's shit
Highlighting the difficulty of facing the truth
And here it comes,
Anticipating the repetition of a similar speech
Now I'm forming the words, I'm performing the exercise
Now expressing thoughts and performing the same exercise
And here it comes
Feeling like the same message is repeated countless times
It's the feeling that I've made the same speech a million times
Experiencing a sense of déjà vu in making a similar speech
These are your leaders, come on take a look
Criticizing political leaders for dishonesty and exploitation
They'll lie and cheat and steal then sell the rights to the book
Commenting on the hypocrisy of those who profit from dishonesty
And these are your neighbors who have swung to the right,
Observing a shift towards conservative views with a caution about racial bias
But you don't have to worry just as long as you're white
Addressing racial privilege
And my generation is just waiting to die
A cynical view of a generation waiting for an escape
We'll swallow anything if it would just get us high
Willingness to accept anything for a temporary high
I don't know who's a bigger fool,
Uncertain who is more foolish, but recognizing a lack of substance
But one thing I know
Asserting the certainty that something is worthless ("crapola" vs. "shinola")
This is crapola, this is shinola
Reiterating that something is of no value ("crapola" vs. "shinola")
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