text: 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-oh-oh-oh-oh
  Im out of control
  Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
  I say, Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
  God rest your fucking soul
  Cause baby, baby, I was born to kill
  I pulled the trigger for 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, Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
  Im out of control
  Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
  I say, Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
  God rest your fucking soul
  Cause baby, baby eyes
  Well, baby, baby eyes
  Well, baby, baby, I was born to... kill!