Pots & Pans

There was a band

Called The Pots and Pans.

They made this noise

That people couldn't stand

And when they toured

All across the land

The people said, "No, no, no!"

The people said, "No, no, no!"

But the drummer said, "Yes, yes, yes,

This tour is a test."

Has your skin grown thick

From bands that make you sick?

Has your skin grown thick

From a thousand stinging pricks?

Have you been made dense

Standing upon the fence?

Have you been made dense

By polish and pretense?

This is where it stops

And this is where it ends.

Let's tear this whole place down

And build it up again.

This band's a beating heart

And it's nowhere near its end.