( 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!!