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 behind your iron and clay walls,
I told you long ago that you were due for a fall.

Jericho, (Jericho)
Now you're gonna be the slave of the master's servants,
Jericho, (Jericho)
All your city's a-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, yeah,
But blind by fool's gold, no, you just couldn't see.

Jericho, (Jericho)
Are you gonna be the slave of the master's servants'
Jericho, (Jericho)
All your city's a-burning and the soldiers are coming for you.

They're coming for you.

Jericho, (Jericho)
Are you gonna be the slave of the master's servants'
Jericho, (Jericho)

Coming for you.