The other rat lights of the meter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Stranger
The guy you keep away from strangers
I’m singing oh oh oh oh oh
I’m out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I say oh oh oh oh oh
God rest your fucking soul
Cause baby baby I was born to go
I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars
I am a model in your crashing car
I am the sheriff and the arab spring
I am a poor man in your magazine
I’m singing oh oh oh oh oh
I’m out of control
Oh baby when I see your pretty face
I said oh 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
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