You're holding back

You're hard to read

Your a 21st century kind

You're lighting 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

Just waiting for the fire

You're buttoned down

All sown up

You're an ontological soul

Cold hard truth

Only proof

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

We're 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 sown up

You're an ontological soul

Cold hard truth

Only proof

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

It's gonna take a claw hammer

Oh my Lord

It's gonna take a claw hammer

Oh my Lord