Knifing is the Norm,
Knifing in mom form.

In his house: not the norm
When mom kicks up a storm.
She's a dogged, nasty crone,
She acts through her son clone.
Knifing ain't the norm.

There's a killer off the road;
His brain has got girl and guy mode.
Of Crane, mom bawls, "No lay!
Best to slit and slay."
Chick had taken her last ride;
By mental he, she died. . .
Killed her off the road.

Girl he gutted's on the lam;
Girl had gotten forty grand.
Takes it, rides toward Sam--
Bates has other plans.
He goes off the deep end,
With knife a sever-rend.
Gutted as grande dame.

Knifin' was the Norm;
Lifeless is Crane's form.

His brain is Abby Norm;
It isn't true to form.
In it, mom's a nasty crone
Who whacks gals 'fore they're known
By, biblically, Norm.

Knifing is the Norm,
Knifes her in the dorm,
Knifes while water's warm,
Lifeless mom ain't warm,
Nice boy once was Norm,
Nightdress changed his form. . . .