Misfits - American Psycho
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa
Go
Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you’ll die... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe, go
The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Look into sick eyes... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe
Go - a machine of penalty
Go - the sweet insanity
Go - fade to black tranquility
Go - you’re looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho
Psycho
Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you’ll die... I hate people
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh
Struggling to breathe
Go - a machine of penalty
Go - the sweet insanity
Go - fade to black tranquility
Go - you’re looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho, whoa-oh
An american psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho