(sung to the tune of "Woodstock")
I came upon a slave of man
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, "Tell me, where are you going?"
This he told me:
Said, "From door to door, trying to find some shmuck
That'll join in a Kingdom hall clan
Got to get as many as I can
To set my soul free.
"We are other sheep.
We're beholden.
We've no part in the ransom bargain
So we've got to earn our way
Back to the garden.
"You wouldn't want to walk here with me
'Cuz I cannot lose this fog
And I can't feel a single cog
Inside my head turning.
"And maybe it's the word of God
Oh, but maybe it's the word of man.
'Cuz not one old teaching stands
From a lifetime of learning.
"We are stark fools;
We're in prison.
We'll march out, right past the wardens
And we'll go find our own way
Back to the garden."
By the time we got disfellowshipped
Our self-esteem was getting strong
And on the 'net were friends and vikings
And celebration
And I dreamed I saw the silent lambs
Bring the tower to its knees
Turning slaves out to be free
In every nation.
We are smarter;
We're emboldened.
We don't need anybody's pardon
And inside ourselves we've found
We're in the ga-aa-aa-haaaaaarrrrrrrr---duuuuuunnnnnnn