Norman

Lock, lock, lock, lock
Lock the door, baby
Killers here and its a horror story
Lock, lock, lock
You better lock the door, baby
The killers here and its gonna get gory

Hit, 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 tonight

Blood 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
Hes in the backroom dressed as the reaper

House 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
Youre not gonna make it to the sequel