American Psycho Songtext
von Misfits

Oh, oh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh
Go!

Inside a Wall Street mind, a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you die, I hate people!

Oh, oh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh (oh)
Struggling to breathe, oh!

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!


Oh, oh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh (go)
Struggling to breathe, oh

Machines of penalty (go!)
The sweet insanity (go!)
Fade to black tranquility (go!)
You′re lookin' through the eyes of a psycho (whoa-oh)
An American psycho (whoa-oh)
An American psycho (whoa-oh)
An American psycho, oh
Psycho!

Inside a Wall Street mind, a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you die, I hate people!

Oh, oh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh (oh)
Struggling to breathe, oh (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, oh

Psycho!
Psycho! (Oh)
Psycho!
Psycho!