We paint our colors to get close to you

Paint it black and blue

But we don't get through

'cause you wanted different colors from the start

Placed it in our heart

Wrote it on the wall.

We mean well 'till we bleed

We are troubled indeed.

Because our hearts are in babylon

Our will is strong

But the truth is a killer

And as we speak with the tongues of men

You will descend

And down will come babylon.

We cross our fingers for prosperity

I, myself, and me

Where's our dignity?

We shake our fists at all the bad that is

When the problem is

We're the cause of it.

We need to march, march, march

'till the walls come down

Watch it fall like snow

Just like jericho.