brick by brick with stilts and sticks you build your empire walls trick by trick you punch and kick until the other falls you primp and press expensive dress as if god himself would be impressed that you look your very best chorus so raise up your kingdoms and thrones turn the broken and the weak away cause god is not in your temple of stone hes the outcast of these walls youve made lip to lip you lie and quip to bring you brother down you tear and strip then crack your whip to twist a thorny crown too proud to share or ever carry burdens you refuse to bear while you stand afar and stare so you will be like jericho and i will sing with a mighty blow til your walls come down there is a kingdom and throne where the weak are never turned away cause god is not in a temple of stone hes with the people who cry out his name brick by brick with stilts and sticks you build your empire walls