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 say whoa-oh-oh Im out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say, whoa-oh-oh 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 say, whoa-oh-oh I'm out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say whoa-oh-oh God rest your fucking soul 'Cause, baby, baby eyes Well, baby, baby eyes Well, baby, baby, I was born to kill