[Verse 1]
Lay it out, flesh it out in front of me
What do you perceive to be, most precious?
And it could be thrown away with no residue
But I don't care, I've a paddle spare and it's sufficient

[Chorus]
Let me not be a clanging gong
Or a crashing cymbal
Let me not be a clanging gong
Or a crashing cymbal
Else I've got it wrong

[Verse 2]
I got it wrong again
I am aligned again
I got it wrong again
I am aligned again

[Chorus]
Let me not be a clanging gong
Or a crashing cymbal
Let me not be a clanging gong
Or a crashing cymbal
Else I've got it wrong