Built a new super-highway. Pulled back now his lair.
That shell mamacita, riding that rocking chair.
Lies in bed non resistance, such a sinister sight,
Birds in a bevy, cannot fly though prim.
They didn't drop out of flight.
Heard his mom through the doorway,
He heard her hiss and yell.
Is this thinking done himself?
Or was this his scavenged mom of a shell.
Was he did in by scandal or could he hear her thought say?
SO few choices of the coroner.
Poison, hit, filet...

Norman's zoo is "Motel Arizona".
Such a hinky place (such a kinky place)
Another murder case.
Eight less twenty the rooms at the "Motel Arizona"
Do the crime, don't fear.
Your mind's been certify dismissed. she speaks of murderous wends.
She makes a lot of itsy-bitsy noise but whose voice sends?
Now Bates chance to the courtyard, suites, plunder, net,

Finance seems forever, tells Toomey to get,
So he hauled off his crap and he stings in his mind
Bates is a phoebe, no queers fit here nor drugs like pot or crystalline.
He hears Mom's voice as it's squalling about girl's stay,
Put her up in the middle of the night
Doesn't make her pay...

Hell comes from the "Motel Arizona",
Such a lusty haste (such a bloody taste)
Such a bloody face
They're shivin' it up at the "Motel Arizona"
Ice the sheriff tries! (From the ice device!)
Suck some bloody ice...

Peerer's eyes are leering, there's sink and drain device,
And there's beds for all of the visitors here as some pay the price.
But how's this bastard blame her, She jabbers on won't cease,
Much stabbing with the steely knives is Norm's Mom still the beast?
Next day sunshine's ember, The sheriff's at the door,
She had to find the package that was hidden in the floor.
Attack came the knife man, he'll cut you and you'll bleed.
They're gettin. decked out anytime they want, to make Norm recede.

On a hot desert byway, ghoul house up stone stairs,
Raise hell with Chiquitas', rising up derrieres.
All the beds filled with misfits. there brews a simmering fight.
Bates heart grew heavy, as the quests get their trim.
At the truck stop near fight,
When Bates stood in that doorway.
Someone said listen, quell.
Not was his mother there speaking from hell.
Toomey gripped up his handle, took his satchel away.
He was caught cold in the corridor,
Got him hurt, I'd say...

hell-some is the "Motel Arizona".
In the shower base, (find a bloody trace)
(Such an empty face)
There's plenty more room at the "Motel Arizona".
Don't forget that ear, (That was clipped and sheared)
With that lawman near.

His mind was chronically twisted, he's got his merchetly friends,
Doc made for quitty, quitty noise, their calls transcend.
Now he's back at his courtyard, beat somber sweats,

Some chance he'd remember, in trance he'd forget,
Near the swamp wet and dampen, Toomey woke from the crime.
He tried to grab that wheel and steer it, he's so wanting to survive.
But still those voices aren't calling, his mom won't say.
Lake comes up car it settles out of sight.
Norman swims away...

Help 'em at the "Motel Arizona".
Such a sucky place, (Don't see "Chuckey’s face)
Such a stucky face.

If you're livin' you're 'up' at the "Motel Arizona"
Such a Mom's disguise (Are they girls or guys?)
Wink your alibis.

Mother's, on she's reeling, a drink Wolfs bane so nice.
And she said go get that crystal set there, that's as clear as ice.
And bring that caster strainer, that lets sugar be released.
He dabbed it for boy friend and wife and were killed at breakfast feast.
This thing he remembers, but his Mom done in the whores,
Had not that kind of passion hack to pieces girls adored.
No axe, he's a knife man, he's been programmed to believe,
His Mom checked out every one he loved, he was so deceived.