Lyrics Pots - Momus

Pots

You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
I have got a lot to teach
I am just like Bernard Leach
My pots give lots of pleasure
I’m a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
Good pots, bad pots
Pots are just like cunts and cocks
Some of them are stinky pots
Others attractive pots
See the detail on my glaze
You could stare for days and days
You could stare till kingdom come
You’d never guess the way it’s done
The honey trap, the sweet spot
Making love’s like making pots
I make pots you’d want to fuck
You make pots that bring bad luck
My pots give lots of pleasure
I’m a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
I’m not cruel, don’t feel attacked
You just haven’t got the knack
Go and blow up people’s heads
In a video game instead
Your pots make me want to boke
Take a sharpened stick and poke
Out my eyes, despite the pain
I’d never see your pots again
You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
But you’re too proud to admit
That your pots are really shit
My pots give lots of pleasure
I’m a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
The honey trap, the sweet spot
Making love’s like making pots
I make pots you’d want to fuck
You make pots that bring bad luck
My pots give lots of pleasure
I’m a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again
You make pots with lots of flaws
That’s okay, good pots have flaws
But your pots' flaws are bad flaws
My pots' flaws are better flaws
Life is just like making pots
Some have got it, some have not
Can you ever make good pots?
Can a leopard change its spots?
You could learn lots and lots
By studying my pots
I have got a lot to teach
I am just like Bernard Leach
My pots give lots of pleasure
I’m a Living National Treasure
Your pots bring a lot of pain
Smash them all and start again