After reading metatron's post about how love among yourselves has dropped to a lower priority for the WTS, I was reminded of a song that I heard ages ago by Weird Al Yankovic that basically says how I feel about any fleeting thought about going back to the JWs.
Do you have any songs that remind you of why you'll never go back?
Here's mine; I changed the lyrics to suit:
(constant doo wops in the background throughout the song)
Aahh....
Well you heard that we're leavin’ (leavin’)
Gonna leave you far behind (so far behind)
’cause you found a brand new recruit and
You decided that we're not your kind (aahh..)
So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my service book (oohh..)
And I tore all your Watchtowers in two
And I burned down the coffee shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of JW (dippity dippity doo)
That’s right (that’s right) you ain’t gonna see me cryin’
I’m glad (I’m glad) that I found something new
’cause I’d rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Than spend one more minute with you
I guess I might seem kinda bitter
Your lies got me feeling down in the dumps
’cause I’m stranded all alone in the gas station of love
And I have to use the self-service pumps
Oh, so honey, I don't need help with that suitcase
You ain’t (you ain’t) gonna break my heart in two
’cause I’d rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Than spend one more minute with you
I’d rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Than watch you going out with other men
I’d rather slam my fingers in a door (yah)
Again and again and again and again and again
Oh, can’t you see what I’m tryin’ to say, darlin...
I’d rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches)
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two
I’d rather clean all the bathroom in grand central station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you
Yes, I’d rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue
I’d rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you
I’d rather rip my heart out of my ribcage with my bare hands
And then throw it on the floor and stomp on it ’till I die
Than spend one more minute with you