( Original lyrics) Song 151.
Jew Hobo roamed wild, sowing random his seed
A careless drop there, and here without heed
Merry carousing, and boning and copulating did he
With carefree abandon he polly-mated wopeee!
Now his drops scattered hither and whither anon
Those bellies swelled larger and bastards were born
A thousand popped here and a few hundred there
Till a hundred and 44 thou. roamed everywhere
Now this birthing was staggered, over time and the globe
Who exactly they were is quite a subject to probe
But now 15000, and a few random rags more
Lay claim to this honor. like never before
Born out of wedlock, they’re shamelessly cad
About knowing their mothers; but f*** knows who’s dad.
Declare themselves anointed con suckers with glee
Dull them with a cult code, assure prompt assembly
The whole rank and file now, show’em kissass respect
Make them feel holy, be born though imperfect
They claim now all anointed, have a heavenly hope
To rule with ….sweet Jesus ! Christ on a tightrope!
But the most wily among them, had an idea profound
Knew well their power, if the rest were put down
Eight of them, together, formed a closed circuit ring
Said they were the slave class, of their master the KING
The rest of the anointed, were told “go suck on eggs
We’re a big boy’s club here, now please don’t y’all beg
We cant have yu all here, you’ll don’t have the knack
If u don’t like this change now, yu can piss up your back.”
The rest of the anointed, shoved off with tails tucked
Some cussed, others ranted, all said “we’re F*****!”
After this crass act , the eight got more dowdy
Gave themselves dress suits, and neckwear quite gaudy
Began making appearances, annually on big screens
Their pronouncements get weirder, straight shit from latrines
Through strange twisting of scriptures, the meaning slip- shoddy
Announced to the great crowd “ We’re your..ahem.. Governing Body
“And anybody that objects to what we prophesy
We’ll disfellowship and shun far, wide and nigh”
Gave themselves titles with add-ons each time
Bait and switch doctrines that can turn on a dime
Fly business and first class whenever they roam
Tell the congos. “ donate, y’re house, hearth and home
Call themselves the slave Class, and wear signet rings
And Rolex watches to decipher great mysteries bada-bing
Assumed halos they wear, around each narcisstic head
It’s actually illuminating, their wide ass***** instead
Presumed mysteries of the bible, only can they unravel
What comes out is pure, batshit crazy con babble
With infinite wisdom, one of them felt and decreed
Tight pants was gays’, demonic weapon indeed
To ensnare all the young men, in JW land
And bugger them silly, till they can no longer stand
Most JW’s nodded, their heads and concurred
At this supreme utterance, from Tony the Turd
Geoff. Jackson the bald headed Aussie. lying shit
Lied glibly to the RAC, while posing holy, the twit
Took his vow to tell the truth, on JW’s silver sword
Prevaricated, vacillated, uttering rarely a true word
The kicker came when asked, “is the GB gods only true chanel
“ There may be others “, was the answer, in a tone that was banal
Now friends why I mention this is because in a JW JC
The poor sap on the dock, is asked the same q. slyly
And woe if he answers, like Geoff. the dipshit
He’ll be slung out on his ass; … the verdict, ” DISFELLOSHIP” to wit
Shunned by his family, friends and the rest
By all of the JW’s ,this is serious… no jest.
Now child abuse abounds widely, in the JW club
Shag children, hump freely the pedo. eldubs
Child molesters run rampant, the list is quite long
Of pedophiles names, that to this religion do throng
Protected they are, by these eight bastards on top
“ Don’t report to authorities, we’ll get them to stop
Wait on the Jew hobo “, is the mantra they spout
“ We’re being guided by holy spirit “, they solemnly tout
Now I wonder from where, they pull this “holy spiritistic” farce
I’ll give you five to a dollar, it’s from deep up their arse
But enough, I digress, from my original tale
Only wish to inform, without boring detail
So Jew Hobo is aware, of what his offspring are doing
Is happy with the current crap, his dear sons are spewing
Since all the 8 million, of the JW’s great crowd
Are growing impatient with the mysteries that shroud
The crazy beliefs; spouted by the heaven bound eight
They desire an unraveling, from Jew Hobo’s mouth straight
So their desert god decided, to pay heed to their call
Said “ I’m revealing a great truth , to young old and all
I’m announcing in song ‘a revealing of sons’
Though for you it’s a great joy, sure, but for me its not fun
I’ve fornicated and caroused being a “mistah lova lova”
For I can do what I want, as I’m yr only god Jew hoba
Now the GB and the rest of the anointed in fact
Are the fruit of my sperm,..thats accurately exact
They are my true sons, yes, out of wedlock I agree
Doesn’t matter. My offspring are anointed by me.”
Now friends My story, is almost completely all done
“ A revelation of sons” from song 151.
But wait don’t go yet, I’ve my own truth to unfold
I’m of the anointed too, if I might venture t’ be bold.
Now I know whats “anointed”. Honest, I aint shittin you
For lately I’ve been feeling an anointing of me too
I can’t tell definitively, if the feeling’s the same
Felt by the holyshit anointed of the JW’s fame
But after I take a dump, followed, by a fresh shower
With shampoos and oils, that smell of fresh flowers
Then sit down to contemplate how I left this fuc**** org.
The GB. the Eldubs …. the whole 9 yards in the Borg
I’m never depressed, never bothered, never lost or disapointed
I tell ya friends I feel groovy, ‘n euphoric ‘n damn definitely Anointed!!!
Now if yu feel lonely, or lost or a little blue
For having left the Borg and its whole 9 yards too
Take a shower and a dump, and a moment to think
Yu’ll feel like I do . ANOINTED in a wink!!