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?