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