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