Amos

What are you doin' here, you looney?
No-one made you prophesy
You’d better run -- you’ll die unless you don’t
You know you’re just some foolish guy
Amos -- go back to watchin' sheep
Amos -- stop makin' prophecies
Amos -- are you gonna heed my stern advice?
So why’d you visit a foreign nation
When your own land is just due south?
Goodbye, you fool
Don’t tell us what to do
Or Jeroboam will cut you down
Amos -- go back to watchin' sheep
Amos -- and sycamore-fig trees
Amos -- are you gonna heed my stern advice?
We’re a successful civilization
And our economy’s goin' great
So please don’t say
Another word today
About our moral lapse and faith
REPEAT FIRST
Amos 7: 12−13
Then Amaziah said to Amos, «Get out, you seer! Go back to the land of Judah.
Earn your bread there and do your prophesying there. Don’t prophesy anymore at
Bethel, because this is the king’s sanctuary and the temple of the kingdom.»