Green Day - Baby Eyes lyrics

Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]

[Green Day - Baby Eyes lyrics]

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
I'm out of control"
Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say, "Whoa oh oh oh oh
God rest your fuckin' 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
I'm out of control"


Well, baby, when I see your pretty face
I say, "Whoa oh oh oh oh
God rest your fuckin' soul"
'Cause baby, baby eyes
Well, baby, baby eyes
Well, baby, baby, I was born to kill!

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