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 I'm out of control Well baby when I see your pretty face I say whoa God rest your f**ing soul 'Cause baby baby I was born to k** 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 say whoa I'm out of control Well baby when I see your pretty face I say whoa God rest your f**ing soul 'Cause baby, baby eyes Baby eyes Baby I was born to k**