Inspired by the poetry of Vachel Lindsey
Rutherford led boldly with his liquored breath
(Are you washed in a bathtub of gin?)
Bethel boys smiled gravely and said: He?s come.
(Are you washed in a bathtub of gin?)
Watchtower King with feet unstable
Reeled and pounded, pounded on the table
As hard as he was able with a BOOM, BOOM, BOOM
With whisky soaked voice he declared: I have had a vision.
I saw the Watchtower creeping through the black
Cutting through the world like a golden track
With unwashed legions following rank on rank
Lurching bravos with Watchtowers held high
Passing out books the whole world ore
Every household sent its half-a score
Fanatical thousands shrieked and sang
Big voiced lasses and bullnecked men
Loons with phonographs booming a blare, blare, blare
And Rutherford groaned for more
(Are you washed in a bathtub of gin?)
Rutherford died drunk with a bottle of booze
Eyes un-dazzled by the ways of God
Leaving behind those undaunted by the work ahead
For they shared in his revile and derision
They too saw the Watchtower creeping through the black
Cutting through the world like a golden track
And upon that golden track for a thousand miles
Watchtower kings made money and danced in files
(Are you washed in a bathtub of gin?)