O Wicked Building
Made of brick
A Mighty Fortress is your prison
And who could say
What has occurred?
What is this sickness that you have cured?
And the neighbor kids
Riding by
Starting rumors about what's inside
Oh, but it's worse
It's so much worse
Than you could imagine
Innocent child
Battered and bruised
Shivering lonesome in the upper rooms
And your older brother
On that day
I couldn't speak of it, no I could not say
Terrible Fortress
You stand so tall
Your presence is known, now in every town
And with trumpets bleating
I am not alone
The day is nearing now that you're overthrown
No you may not
Enslave our children
Anymore