Lightning hits the House of Wax   Poets spill out on the street   To set alight, the incomplete   Remainders of the future      Hidden in the yard   Hidden in the yard      Thunder drowns the trumpet's blast   Poets scatter through the night   But they can only dream of flight   Away from their confusion      Hidden in the yard   Underneath the wall   Buried deep below a thousand layers   Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all      Lightning hits the House of Wax   Women scream and run around   To dance upon the battleground   Like wild, demented horses      Hidden in the yard   Underneath the wall   Buried deep below a thousand layers   Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all   Yeah, yeah, yeah      Oh, hidden in the yard   Underneath the wall   Buried deep below a thousand layers   Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all