Текст: Bad Religion. No Control. Henchman.

Stranded in a life
In which your struggle for acceptance
Is a never-ending chore

Upbraided for your actions
Past and present and rewarded for ideas
Of the future's bright open door

The henchman, is the human analogue
Of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward

So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely
Metamorphosis into this reprobate?

Don't be a henchman
Stand on your laurels
Do what no one else does

And praise the good
Of other men for good man's sake
And when everyone else
In the world follows your lead

Although a cold day in hell
It will surely be
That's when the entire world
Shall live in harmony

Watch out