The Orwells - Norman lyrics

Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock the door, baby k**er's here and it's a horror story Lock, lock, lock, you better lock the door, baby The k**er'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 Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Blood in my hair, blood on my sneakers Blood in the shot gla**, 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 who*es, house full of people Lock all the doors, kids are hanging from the bleachers House full of who*es, house full of people You're not gonna make it to the sequel Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh