Текст песни Killing Spree - Matt Smith feat. Susannah Fielding & Hugh Skinner

December slides into January
Which mutates into February
Which creeps towards March
There is a theory that obliterating Paul might have
Satisfied something, but no, no
I've continued to have intense dreams about vivisection
My nightly blood lust continues to overflow

Hey pretty girl
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna get lucky?
Well this is your chance
The drinks are on me
Can I be frank?
I'm doing quite well at my investment bank
What do you do, what do you do for a living?
No, don't answer that
I don't care, I'm just kiddin'
You can ignore my friends at the bar
They're trying to score
But they never get far

Patrick, I thought we were supposed to be having dinner tonight
I thought we had reservations at Raw Space

Sorry Evelyn, I had to rent some videotapes, I mean
I had to return some videotapes, I mean
I had to kill this fag and his fag dog on 67th Street

Oh, Mr Bateman
Have I ever told you, I just adore your sense of humour

That was some girl, I forget her name
She thinks we're in love
Does she think I'm insane?
She's not important
Just kind of annoyin'
That's a fine chardonnay you're not enjoyin'
Oh never mind, let's quit this dive
My white M3 is parked outside
I'll call my dealer
His product is clean
Fuck, I don't wanna drive
Let's get a limousine

Hey you, it's me

BEEP!
You have reached Patrick Bateman's number
He is unable to come to the phone right now
So please leave a message after the tone

Oh Patrick! You don't think I'd recognise your real voice?

Leave me the fuck alone Luis
Or I will decapitate you

Huh, I hear the words you're saying
But you need to hear my words - I love you
BEEP!

Oh this is rich
I shouldn't say
But this guy at work is totally gay
And that's all cool
To each his own
But some guy's ass is not what I bone
I'm bored, let's roll
Let's go back to my place
And after a party, I can eat your face
Don't be nervous, invite your friends
The night is young, but it all depends