The other rat lights of the meter Somebody shot the babysitter They say my middle name is Danger The guy you keep away from strangers
Im singing whoa-oh-oh Im out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I say whoa-oh-oh Gotta rest your fucking soul Cause baby baby I was born to kill
I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars I am a model in your crashing car I am the sheriff and the arab spring I am a poor man in your magazine
Im singing whoa-oh-oh Im out of control Oh baby when I see your pretty face I said whoa-oh-oh Gotta rest your fucking soul Cause baby baby eyes Oh baby baby eyes Oh baby baby I was born to kill