Текст песни Misfits - American Psycho

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-Oh-Oh,whoaGoInside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurksLines of cocaine cut in HellObsessive hands gently grab your neckCompulsively you'll die... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breathe, goThe sweet asphyxiation and dismembermentSex puts me in the mood to make you dieObsessive hands gently grab your neckLook into sick eyes... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breatheGo - machines of penaltyGo - The sweet insanityGo - Fade to black tranquility

Go - You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-ohAn American Psycho, whoa-ohAn American Psycho, whoa-ohAn American PsychoPsychoInside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurksLines of cocaine cut in HellObsessive hands gently grab your neckCompulsively you'll die... I hate peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-ohStruggling to breatheGo - machines of penaltyGo - The sweet insanityGo - Fade to black tranquilityGo - You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-ohAn American Psycho, whoa-ohAn American Psycho, whoa-ohAn American PsychoPsycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
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