Misfits - american psycho текст песни

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 youll 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 - youre 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 youll 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 - youre 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