Solomon, I love that your only wish
was wisdom to rule.
But when you got older
you built the temples to other fools.
Thank you for the house where my golden ark c
ould finally reside.
But seven hundred wives,
and that wisdom turned to lust and to pride!
Golden calves and sacred poles and Baal prostitutes?
The kings are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round.
People are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round,
Round and round.
Now the house is split in half -
ten up north and two to the south.
Kings and prophets, good and bad,
in following the words from my mouth.
The ten in the north took Samaria
to house a new throne,
Kept the name of Israel,
while Judah kept Jerusalem home.
Golden calves and sacred poles and Baal prostitutes?
The kings are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round.
People are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round,
Round and round.
Jezebel you worship Baal,
so take your so called prophets to see.
Elijah, go to Mount Carmel
and bring that “brotherhood” to its knees,
Then find me in the whispering breeze…
All the kings were chronicled as
good or bad compared to the one -
The shepherd boy who became a king,
the one I loved like a son.
But golden calves and sacred poles
and Baal prostitutes?
The kings are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round.
People are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round.
People are lost and think they’re found!
Prophets go round and round and round.
Kings are lost and think they’re found!
Prophets go round and round and round,
People lost and think they're found,
Prophets go round and round,
round and round and round.
Round and around.
Round and round and round and round and
round and round and round and around.