"Baby Eyes" 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 woah, I'm out of control Oh 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 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 woah, I'm out of control Oh baby, when I see your pretty face? I say woah, God rest your fucking soul 'Cause baby, baby eyes Oh baby, baby eyes Oh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!