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Norman Bates, Norman Bates

In “Mother Mode” and quite irate

He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell

You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

Spend the night at your own expense

Never come back, ladies and gents

Step into the shower, get stabbed in the back

“Mother's orders” - you've been whacked

Try to run, try to hide

You were already dead when you stepped inside

Norman Bates, Norman Bates

In “Mother Mode” and quite irate

He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell

You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

Call the cops to investigate the scene

There's something strange about Mrs. B.

Not sure where to place the blame

Mother and son are one and the same

It seems the poor boy lost his mind

On that fateful night that Mommy died

Norman Bates, Norman Bates

In “Mother Mode” and quite irate

He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell

You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

It's too late!

Norman Bates!