Bates Motel

Lyrics

[Intro] MOTHER: Norman! [Verse 1] Got twelve rooms, twelve vacancies You can do just what you please Just don't get Mother too irate Never call me Master Bates [Verse 2] A man should have a hobby, it's true Got so bored, I needed something to do So I sharpened Mother's cutlery Now everywhere I look, it's blood I see No [Bridge] MOTHER: Norman? Norman?? NORMAN: Mother? Mother? What, Mother? What? [Verse 3] Mother's not a fruit, but she's gotta go down Down to the cellar so she won't be found Know it's not right, but I just can't tell Of the nasties that go on in the Bates Motel No, no!