Baby Eyes
Year of the rat, last of the litterSomebody shot the babysitterThey say my middle name is DangerThe kind to keep away from strangers
I say woah, I'm out of controlOh 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 starsI am the motor in your crashing carI am the cherub in the Arab springI am the bullet in your magazine
I say woah, I'm out of controlOh baby, when I see your pretty face?I say woah, God rest your fucking soul'Cause baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, baby eyesOh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!