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 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 and 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 Well, baby baby eyes Well, baby, baby, I was born to k**