Misfits - American Psycho Lyrics
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoaGoInside a wall street mind a psycho lurksLines of cocaine cut in hellObsessive hands gently grab your neckCompulsively youll die... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breathe, goThe sweet asphyxiation and dismembermentSex puts me in the mood to make you dieObsessive hands gently grab your neckLook into sick eyes... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breatheGo - a machine of penaltyGo - the sweet insanityGo - fade to black tranquilityGo - youre looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-ohAn american psycho, whoa-ohAn american psycho, whoa-ohAn american psychoPsychoInside a wall street mind a psycho lurksLines of cocaine cut in hellObsessive hands gently grab your neckCompulsively youll die... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breatheGo - a machine of penaltyGo - the sweet insanityGo - fade to black tranquilityGo - youre looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-ohAn american psycho, whoa-ohAn american psycho, whoa-ohAn american psychoPsycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
