I say woah, I'm out of control
Oh baby, will I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God bless your f*cking soul
'Cause baby, baby I was born to kill
I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars
I am a motor in your crashing car
I am the cherub in the Arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine
I say woah, I'm out of control
Oh baby, will I see your pretty face?
I say woah, God rest your f*cking soul
'Cause baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, baby eyes
Oh baby, baby I was born to... Kill!