SINGER: Misfits

SONG:American Psycho

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