American Psycho Songtext

von Michale Graves

"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 - 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 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 - A machine of penalty
Go -The sweet insanityGo -
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