Green Day Baby Eyes Lyrics

Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The kind to 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'm the motor in your crashing car
I am the cherub in 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