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 guy you keep away from strangers I’m singing whoa oh oh oh oh I’m out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I say whoa oh oh oh oh God rest your fucking soul 'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill I pulled the trigger from 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’m singing whoa oh oh oh oh I’m out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I said whoa oh oh oh oh God rest your fucking soul 'Cause baby, baby eyes Uh baby, baby eyes Uh baby, baby I was born to kill --- Baby Eyes - Green Day