Henchman
Bad Religion
No Control

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 like for their reward
So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely metamorphasis 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

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