Governing Body of Jehovah's Witnesses
Rules and rules and rules they brought
Justice and mercy they must have forgot
They sat in their room with their large wooden table
Where they poured out pure nonsense from their own golden ladle
The people who trusted them followed each word
To the letter they followed each word as they heard
They followed their words to the pit of despair
Yes they followed, now knowing, that the men didn't care
When problems arose in the congregations they ruled
They added more rules and then sought out new fools
Their teachings of old they tossed in the fire
As they lead their poor people through the muck and the mire
But not all remained fooled. Some came to their senses
When the old men found out they made up new offenses
They chastised the wise as they threatened the scared
They created an environment where nobody dared
The years passed on by and the old men grew older
Young men were appointed and their pride made them bolder
Yes bolder even still then the old men that started
This religion, this watchtower, which smelled like God farted
After years of instructions that imprisoned pure logic
An end finally came but it wasn't so tragic
As the old men had predicted at their large wooden table
Because all that they taught turned out to be fable.