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, baby

The killer's here and it's gonna get goryHit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights

'Cause I'm way, way, way too drunk tonight

Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights

'Cause I'm way too drunk to run tonightBlood in my hair, blood on my speakers

Blood in the shot glass, blood on my speakers

Blood in the hallway, blood on my t-shirt

He's in the backroom dressed as the reaperHouse full of horrors, house full of people

Lock all the doors, kids are hanging from the bleachers

House full of horrors, house full of people

You're not gonna make it to the sequel