Baby Eyes
Billie Joe Armstrong / Green Day
Go, go, go
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-oh-oh
Im out of control
Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say, whoa-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 cherub in the arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I'm say, whoa-oh-oh
I'm out of control
Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say whoa-oh-oh
God rest your fucking soul
'Cause, baby, baby eyes
Well, baby, baby eyes
Well, baby, baby, I was born to kill