Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero, a grotesque nightmare
Subtly disturbing like normal behavior
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with cellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like, ain't that democratic?
Genesis, Huey Lewis, filofax, CD five
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all pyschos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't want to be understood, I just wanna kill
Out of blandness, I am your everyday thrill
Patrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman, therefore I must be God,
I must, I must be God
I touch your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desire babe
I am melancholy flower cutting through stone
I'm a crime everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behavior
Dignity amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mine's the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily obscene
Late show retards, Dice Clay's true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea
Patrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman, therefore I must be God,
I must, I must be God
Patrick Bateman, we are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman, I fucked God up the ass
I fucked God up the ass
Patrick Bateman, Patrick Bateman