Green Day Baby Eyes

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Year of the rat, last of the leader
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, will I see your pretty face?
I say woah, god bless your fucking soul
'cause baby, baby I was born to kill

I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars
I am a 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, will 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!