Communist Friends

I’ve got aching veins and fancy pants
And now I mispronounced my own name when you asked me to dance
Oh 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 receding lifeline
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 and 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?