Billie Joe Armstrong
Baby Eyes
[Intro]
Go! Go! Go!
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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!