Didn't anyone see
How quick she was going down?
Just three years old
And headed for the ground
Forced too fast
They said it was for her own good
But the tiny girl
On the water diet never understood
Oh
Now to clean the system
Was the big idea
Some hippy pamphlet
Made it sound so clear
She'll never get another cold
And that's for sure
That's what happens when common sense
Goes out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
I fail to find one ounce
Of sympathy
That kind of ignorance
Just enrages me
The worst thing about
The youngest martyr is clear
She was much too young
To volunteer
It's out the door
Right out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
Try to explain it
To the mother in Sudan
How you starved your child
Deliberately, and then
See desperation
Like you never saw before
It's what happens when common sense
Goes out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
It's out the door
Right out the door
Ah-na na-na na-na na-na-na-na
Ah-na na-na na-na na-na-na-na
Ah-na na-na na-na na-na-na-na
Ah-na na-na na-na na-na-na-na
Ah-na na-na na-na na-na-na-na
Out The Door was written by Martin Plaza.
Out The Door was produced by Charles Fisher.