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There was a band |
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Called The |
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Pots and Pans. |
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They made this noise |
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That people couldn't stand |
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And when they toured |
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All across the land |
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The people said, "No, no, no!" |
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The people said, "No, no, no!" |
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But the drummer said, "Yes, yes, yes,This tour is a test." |
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Has your skin grown thick |
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From bands that make you sick? |
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Has your skin grown thick |
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From a thousand stinging pricks? |
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Have you been made dense |
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Standing upon the fence? |
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Have you been made dense |
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By polish and pretense? |
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This is where it stops |
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And this is where it ends. |
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Let's tear this whole place down |
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And build it up again. |
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This band's a beating heart |
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And it's nowhere near its end. |
