Baby Eyes (Demo)

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 rest your ******* 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 ******* soul

'Cause baby, baby eyes

Oh baby, baby eyes

Oh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!