You're holding out, you're hard to read
You're the 21st-century kind
You're lightning fast, built for speed
A tight-lipped modern mind
An architect of grand romance
You're a mystery of disguise
You're holed up in your house of wax
Just waiting for the fire
You're buttoned down, all sewn up
You're an archeological soul
Cold hard truth only proves
What we already know
You're gonna need a claw hammer, oh my Lord
To bust on through and break down your walls
Loosen your lips, slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer, oh my Lord
Look at us fools being used
The totally dumb surprised
Waiting for you to share with us
The myth behind the lies
Come on out, throw us a bone
We want to know your intentions
Are you fake for goodness' sake
Or the mother of invention
You're buttoned down, all sewn up
You're an archeological soul
Cold hard truth only proves
What we already know
You're gonna need a claw hammer, oh my Lord
To bust on through and break down your walls
Loosen your lips, slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer, oh my Lord
You're gonna need a claw hammer, oh my Lord
To bust on through and break down your walls
Loosen your lips, slacken that jaw
It's gonna take a claw hammer, oh my Lord