Baby Eyes

Go! Go! Go!

Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is "Danger"
The kind you keep away from strangers

I say whoa, I'm out of control
Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say whoa, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill

I pulled the trigger for the shooting stars
I am the motor in your crashing car
I am the cherub in the Arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine

I say whoa, I'm out of control
Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say whoa, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby eyes

Well, baby, baby eyes
Well, baby, baby I was born to... Kill!