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


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"American Psycho" as written by Jerry Caiafa David Calabrese

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentDanzig era was excelent, but that does not mean that this new Misfits is bad, they are simply different
    marxon March 27, 2006   Link

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