YEAR OF THE RAT LAST OF THE LITTER SOMEBODY SHOT THE BABYSITTER THEY SAY MY MIDDLE NAME IS DANGER THE KIND TO KEEP AWAY FROM STRANGERS I SAY WHOA I'M OUT OF CONTROL WELL BABY WHEN I SEE YOUR PRETTY FACE I SAY WHOA, 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 'CAUSE BABY, BABY EYES WELL BABY, BABY EYES WELL BABY, BABY I WAS BORN TO KILL!