Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The kind they keep away from strangers
I say oh oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say oh oh oh 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 cherud in the Arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I say oh oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say oh oh oh oh oh
God rest your fucking soul
'Cause baby, baby eyes
Oh baby baby eyes
Well, baby baby I was born to kill