Baby Eyes
Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The kind to keep away from strangers
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The kind to keep away from strangers
I say woah, I'm out of control
Oh baby, when I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill
Oh baby, when I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill
I pulled the trigger from 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 am the motor in your crashing car
I am the cherub in the Arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I say woah, I'm out of control
Oh baby, when I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, when I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!
Oh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!