Don’t wanna be a Watchtower idiot.
Don’t wanna be some door-knocking dipshit.
Can you imagine the things that they go through?
Public embarrassment trying to convert you.
But now the times, they seem to be changing,
Loyalty oaths and doctrine-rearranging,
Debit machines and refurbished Kingdom Halls…
Real estate and investment speculation,
PSAs about deaf masturbation,
Barely recognize it at all!
Don’t wanna check out the shiny new website,
Don’t need to hear a homophobic soundbite,
Rhetoric that justitfies the shun gun,
Propaganda, or cheezy animation.
Underneath they’re still shallow and shoddy,
Idolizing the Governing Body,
Convinced that they’re still better than the rest…
Forget the suicidal depression,
Or all the profits from “bloodless” medicine,
Just listen, obey, and be blessed!
In the end, what goes around comes around,
It’s all exposed as a pedophile playground,
And when they’re busted for cover-ups and lying,
I wouldn’t wanna be them for anything.
Coming down to the end of the page,
All thanks to the Information Age,
Public humiliation, one and all….
It’s gotta be the Great Tribulation,
So head to Warwick for permanent vacation,
Either way, the writing’s on the wall!