Norman Bates Lore, It was himself who placed the call,
Trace did encumber from a matchbook when Duke conveyed it.
Was headed for L.A.
Wants impress this Tex. can play
This guy he beds Bates motel, Trace wants negated.

This is who they say some day may blow,
He yet forgets all that.
He lived with his mother but he didn't mind it,
He can't recall if he killed many times, he don't know,
Mind's overrun by hos.
He burned his stake to hell.
Is it just with my words that I evince myself?
Is that just why I kill?
Or's that just the way she shrills?

Norman Baits her, looked for help and placed a call.
"was once done deed my mother I killed quite gravely.
From bee stings my dad died,
I was just three years short of nine,
I keep about my mum who I thought would save me."

Isn't any way they may get rose,
She's forfeit her fat.
He keeps mother's body where none can find it,
But when she calls from the cellar each time 'cause she knows,
He's overcome by hos.
He'll burn at stake in hell,
He'd like to squish her words, if he could pinch himself,
'Cause she just doesn't chill.
But he's just the way she kills.

Oh no, Uh-OH
That's not the way she deals,
Norman Bates. sir - now don't forget who made this call,
She's still out there it's silly wantin' to talk through.
Flanked me from behind,
Know there be no such more my kind.
I'm gonna drop a dime.

So for his birthday they say he chose,
Won't let her get all fat.
Won't give me a bundle, I'm not behind it,
My mom does call: Dust motel wife can find it when she shows,
Mom's odor bums his nose,
Mom's stern; You make her swell.
My only wish, her words do not convince myself,
That I don't have to kill.
Burned flat hot and made her chill.