Lyrics American Psycho - The Misfits

Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Go
Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you 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 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