Lyrics

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 could finally reside.
700 wives have made sure that wisdom gave way 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 - 10 up north, and 2 to the south.
Kings and prophets, good and bad, in following the words from my mouth
The 10 in the North took Samaria to house a new throne.
Kept the name of Israel while Judah kept Jerusalem home.
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.
Round and round.

Jezebel, you worship Baal, so take your so called prophets to see.
Elija, go to Mt. Carmel and bring that brotherhood to its knees,
Then go and find me in the breeze.

All the kings in Chronicles were 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.

The kings are lost and think they're found,
Prophets go round and round, round and round and round,
People are lost and think they're found,
Prophets go round and round and round,
The kings are 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.