Parents say I waste my days That I’m no work and only play Said there's something wrong with my head But I didn’t listen to a word they said Went to a shrink for over a year But I couldn’t tell him of my fear Fear of love and fear of crime Fear of drying, fear of time I’m afraid of getting hurt And walking through the dirt I’m afraid of repression But I always need protection I’m afraid of model planes I’m afraid of monthly pains I’m afraid of pimps and whores I’m afraid of roger Moore Afraid of me afraid of you Afraid of mom and dad too I’m afraid of fear of fear
I’m afraid of a career I’m afraid of model planes I’m afraid of monthly pains I’m afraid of pimps and whores I’m afraid of roger Moore
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