Letras
Norman
Got twelve rooms with vacancies
You can do just what you please
Just don't get mother too irate
Never call me Master Bates
Made you dinner, but how did you?
Got so bored you needed something to do
So I sharpened mother's cutlery
Now, wait, what do I look? It's blood I see, no
Norman? (Norman? Norman?)
Mother? (Mother? Mother?)
Mother? (Mother? Mother?)
Blood, mother? (Blood, mother?)
Blood? (Blood? Blood?)
Blood! (Blood!)
Mother's out for food, but she can't go near
Dinner's served, so she won't be found
No one's hurt by it, mother just can't tell
Of the nasty one in the Bates Motel, no, no
