Baby Eyes
BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, MIKE DIRNT, TRE COOL
Go go go
Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The guy you keep away from strangers
I’m singing whoa oh oh oh oh
I’m out of control
Oh 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 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’m singing whoa oh oh oh oh
I’m out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I said whoa 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