Lyrics of So called dangerous

Think.
Like mountain climbing
Or skiing in the alps
Think of it.
I don't.
It was a big fat (...)
Wet, the ugly pavement cracked
It was unsafe.
I thought:
Insect posse will be crushed.
That was a bit from code selfish.
There was not much going on
In the minds of the weak.
They were unprepared for
Lighter kleptomaniacs,
So-called dangerous.
There is sad
And there is bad
And there is sad
And there is bad and sad.
Dangerous.
And the meek shall inherit the mirth.
They were big, panoramic
"same again, sir?"
How can you have the same again?
Dangerous.