Baby Eyes - Green Day

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 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 and 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 fucking soul

Cause baby-baby eyes, well, baby-baby eyes

Well, baby, baby, I was born to kill!