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

Analyse 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