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 [bad word] soul
'Cuz 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] soul
'Cuz baby, baby eyes
Baby eyes
Baby I was born to kill