Pots and 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

For a thousand stinging pricks?

Have you been made dense

Standing on 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

And it's nowhere near its end