Missing You
Green Day
3:44Go, 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, "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, I was born to kill I pulled the trigger for 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 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 Oh baby, baby, eyes Oh baby, baby, I was born to... Kill