Come outdoors, you'll soon be trashed and Swept away. The thought in your heart It makes you so afraid you'll Never come outside again This is a song that I wrote for you But you will never receive it You always carefully lock your doors Detest all kinds of whatever. May I persuade You to go on holding on to this song? National Geographic's Dangerzone isn't much Of a help. It leaves you pegged down to your Seat at home. All alone an*lyse the papers and you'll conclude that It's very dangerous to go outside nowadays There is a chance that a plain falls down Right on top of your headwhile you least Expect it to so. But get a grip on your own Life and look way beyond You sit hours on your own What does it take to get you out of there?