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’m singing 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’m singing whoa
I’m out of control
Well baby, when I see
Your pretty face
I say whoa, God rest
Your fucking soul
'Couse baby baby eyes
Well baby baby eyes
Well baby baby
I was born to kill