Misfits

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 youll 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 - youre looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh