Go, go, go!
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 oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say oh oh oh oh oh
God rest 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 Cherrib in the air of spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I say woah oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say woah oh oh oh oh
God rest your fucking soul
Cause baby baby eyes
Uh baby baby eyes
Uh baby baby I was born to... kill
