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 people

Whoa-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 people

Whoa-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 psychoPsychoInside 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 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