I've got aching veins, and fancy pants
and I mispronounced my own name when you asked me to
dance
Well I won't cry now, cause it's up to you
And I'm so afraid
Yeah I'm so afraid, that nothing's gonna change
So you're gonna die, says your receeding lifeline
And my communist friends, they wanna help me, or so they
tell me
But hey, where are you when I need you?
Where are you?
My communist friends, they want to kill me, they're going
to kill me but hey,
Where are you when I need you?
Where are you?
Where are you when I need you?
Where are you?
