What will you do when your walls come down
You should have turned your heart
You should have turned it around
You thought that you were safe
Behing your iron and clay walls
I told you long ago that you were due for a fall
Jericho, you're gonna be the slave of the master's servants
Jericho, your cities are burning and the soldiers are coming for you
Your wall street idols won't be here long
Form cinders to ashes and they are all gone
I begged you to run from your idols to Me
But blind by fools gold no you just couldn't see
Jericho, you're gonna be the slave of the master's servants
Jericho, your cities are burning and the soldiers are coming for you
