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 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 He's 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 You're not gonna make it to the sequel