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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madeline Edwards
Vocals
Andrew Petroff
Synthesizer
Rob O'block
Electric Guitar
Matt Musty
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Madeline Edwards
Songwriter
Sam Rodberg
Songwriter
Wes Rodberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madeline Edwards
Producer
Andrew Petroff
Producer
Chris Henderson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I remember them laying hands, I remember them speaking in tongues
Being scared it was demons
I remember the Holy Spirit filling his lungs
Left-behind pills, left-behind bills, small reminders of a failed resurrection
Is anything to help him feel human
[Chorus]
An American Psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home crying, and his brothers are punching holes through the walls
'Cause their beautiful boy just won't come back home
[Verse 2]
I remember those city lights, I remembered dancing in the night
I remember all our crazy, stupid fights
And now I remember laughing so hard, we thought we'd lose our minds
You were such a pretty face, always feeling out of place
And I wish I gave you all that space
Is that why you had to run away?
[Chorus]
An American Psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll go about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home crying, and his brothers are punching holes through the walls
'Cause their prodigal son just won't come back home
[Chorus]
An American Psycho, hey
An American Psycho is a bright orange violation getting towed
He'll run away forever, but he just won't come home
Too young to be a man, too old to be a boy, scared and shaking to the bone
His sister's crying, and his brothers are punching holes through the walls
'Cause their beautiful boy just won't come back
[Outro]
An American Psycho is a broke-down car on the side of the road
He'll run about anywhere, but he just won't come home
Somewhere at the bottom of the river, there's a swallowed-up phone
Well, his sisters are home crying, and his brothers are punching holes through the walls
'Cause their beautiful boy just won't come back home
Written by: Madeline Edwards, Sam Rodberg, Wes Rodberg