Tekster: Bad Religion. No Control. Billy.

I can recall the warm youth of a summer day,
The sweetest lemonade,
The darkest game arcade,
And Billy had a yearning
In the corner of his mind,
It moved him secretly,
It moved him powerfully,
But prescience was lacking and the present was not all,
And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted,
And challenging life with the abandon of a fool
He squandered the hours of his day
Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face,
It hit him like a friend struck something deep within,
He couldn't break the chain of slow decay
That seemed to drag him just like a fatal tie toward the other side
And Billy was a lunatic
Just barking at the moon
And his brain was totally wasted,
He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
And he through his future away
Bolt the door and throw away the key
Your dim reflection is all that you can see,
So where is the justice when no one is at fault,
And a human life is tragically wasted?
How fragile is the flame that
Burns within us all to light each passing day?