House of Wax

Lightning hits the House of Wax

Poets spill out on the street

To set alight, the incomplete

Remainders of the futureHidden in the yard

Hidden in the yardThunder drowns the trumpet's blast

Poets scatter through the night

But they can only dream of flight

Away from their confusionHidden in the yard

Underneath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers

Lay the answer to it all, all, all, allLightning hits the House of Wax

Women scream and run around

To dance upon the battleground

Like wild, demented horsesHidden in the yard

Underneath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers

Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all

Yeah, yeah, yeahOh, hidden in the yard

Underneath the wall

Buried deep below a thousand layers

Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all