Текст песни Misfits - 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 - 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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