Misfits - American Psycho lyrics

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa<br>Go<br><br>Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks<br>Lines of cocaine cut in hell<br>Obsessive hands gently grab your neck<br>Compulsively you'll die... I hate people<br><br>Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh<br>Struggling to breathe, go<br><br>The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment<br>Sex puts me in the mood to make you die<br>Obsessive hands gently grab your neck<br>Look into sick eyes... I hate people<br><br>Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh<br>Struggling to breathe<br><br>Go - a machine of penalty<br>Go - the sweet insanity<br>Go - fade to black tranquility<br><br>Go - you're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho<br><br>Psycho<br><br>Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks<br>Lines of cocaine cut in hell<br>Obsessive hands gently grab your neck<br>Compulsively you'll die... I hate people<br><br>Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh<br>Struggling to breathe<br><br>Go - a machine of penalty<br>Go - the sweet insanity<br>Go - fade to black tranquility<br>Go - you're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho, whoa-oh<br>An american psycho<br><br>Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho