text: 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 woah!
  Im out of control!
  Oh baby when i see your pretty face
  I say woah!
  God rest your living 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!
  Im 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 eyes
  Well baby I was born to...kill!