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?