Misfits - American Psycho - Sözleri

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 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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