The year of the rat, the first of the leader Somebody shot the babysitter They say my middle name is danger The kind you keep away from strangers
I'm singing woahhhh I'm out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I say woahhhh God rest your fucking soul Cause baby baby I was born to go
I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars I am the motor in your crashing car I am the cherub and the arab spring I am the bullet in your magazine
I'm singing woahhhh I'm out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I said woahhhh God rest your fucking soul Cause baby baby eyes Uh baby baby eyes Uh baby baby I was born to... kill