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? Chorus It's gonna take a claw hammer Oh my Lord (x2)