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