Baby Eyes-Green Day

　　Year of the rat, last of the leader

　　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, will I see your pretty face?

　　I say woah, God bless your fucking soul

　　'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill

　　I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars

　　I am a 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, will 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!