Текст песни Misfits — American Psycho

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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 — machines 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 — machines 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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