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