American Psycho

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh,

Oh-Oh-Oh,

whoa

GoInside 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 peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh

Struggling to breathe, goThe 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 peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh

Struggling to breatheGo

A machine of penalty

Go

The sweet insanity

Go

Fade to black tranquilityGo

You're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh

An American Psycho, whoa-oh

An American Psycho, whoa-oh

An American PsychoPsycho

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 peopleWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa-oh

Struggling to breatheGo

A machine 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 PsychoPsycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Songwriters

CAIAFA, JERRY / CAIAFA, PAUL / CALABRESE, DAVID / EMANUEL, MICHAEL C.Published by

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