And The Walls Keep a Tumbling Down
And the walls keep, a tumbling down, a tumbling down. They come down with a mind numbing sound, a tumbling down, a tumbling down. Jericho’s horn been changed to a gun, does its deed with a crackling sound. The bodies lie where the bullets fly round, useless prayers come a sprouting up.. And the walls keep a tumbling down, a tumbling down.
A ship sailed on the Galilee, a long time ago, a sailing along, a sailing along. With wisdom and truth, and the words in a book, a sailing along, a sailing along. Then men of war, and the men of gold, sank the boat and stole the truth. They threw the book, in the mud of abuse, traded for blood, as it sailed the sea. And the ship started drifting away, a drifting away.
The men with their robes and gilded crowns, raped and they plundered, then hid behind faith, hid behind faith. They ruled all the lands and they wrote all the laws, told us to pray, then hid behind faith, hid behind faith. They send their soldiers as pawns in a game, the generals are ordered to lay it to waste. Jehovah, Allah, or Jesus Christ? Who will it be this who wins this time? Not the men with robes and crowns who ordered the men to lie in their graves.
Revelations said that the horses would come, signaling the end, signaling the end. Carrying the weight of the world on their backs, signaling the end, signaling the end. They’ll do their best with fire and rain, drought and disease, famine and death. But when the multitudes stand at heaven’s gate, a sign will say, “Go back to hell until there’s peace on God’s green earth.” And the walls will keep a tumbling down, a tumbling down, a tumbling down.
