American Psycho

The Misfits

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