Lyrics:

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.