Norman

Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock the door baby
Killer's here and it's a horror story
Lock, lock, lock you better lock the door babe
The killer is here and it's gonna get gory
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights cause I'm way, way, way to drunk tonight
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights cause I'm way to drunk to run tonight

Blood in my hair
Blood on my sleeve
There's blood in the shot glass
There's blood on my sneakers
Blood in the hallway
Blood on my t-shirt
He's in the back room dressed as the reaper
House for the whores
House for the people
Lock on the doors
Kids are hanging from the bleachers
House for the whores
House for the people
You're not gonna make it to the sequel