Lyrics Abominable Dr. Phibes - Misfits

Abominable Dr. Phibes

Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively You Die…
I hate people!
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!
Struggling to breathe -Go!
Go!
— A machine of penalty
Go!
— The sweet insanity
Go!
— Fade to black tranquility
You’re lookin' through the eyes of a psycho!
An American psycho