Keaggy

Listen - time's running out - sand's rushing in
We're coming to the close of our Millennium

And the words of the Good Book read just like Headlines
And the prophecies look like they're coming to pass
Earthquakes, famines, pestilence, disease;
Wars and rumors of wars while proclaiming peace

As in the days of Noah, as in the days of Lot
We refuse to remember, and then blame it all on God

And the words of the Good Book read just like headlines
And the prophecies look like they're coming to pass

Men will be lovers of themselves, unthankful, unholy
Boasters, proud, blasphemers, lovers of money
Unloving, unforgiving, despising all that's good;
Lovers of their pleasures rather than lovers of God
Disregard their mother, disregard their father
Disregard the power of the Lord

And the words of the Good Book
Read just like Headlines...