Lyrics:

Stranded
In a life in which you 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 a 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
To praise the good of other men for goodness sake

And when everyone else in the world follows your lead
Although a cold day in hell it will surely be
that is when the entire world shall live
In harmony