Norman Lyrics - Disgraceland - The Orwells

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