Go, go, go!
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 am singing woah oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby will I see your pretty face
I say oh 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 a model in your crashing car
I am the sheriff in the Arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I am singing woah oh oh oh oh
I'm out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say woah 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
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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