Abominable Dr. Phibes - Misfits

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