Michale Graves - American Psycho lyrics

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh Oh-Oh-Oh, whoa Go Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks Lines of c**aine 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 c**aine 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