Screeching Weasel
Screeching Weasel - Bates Motel lyrics
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Got 12 rooms 12 vacancies You can do just what you please Just don't get mother to irate And don't ever call me Master Bates A man should have a hobby, true But I got so bored I needed something to do So I sharpened mother's cutlery Now everywhere I look is blood I see Mother's not a fruit but she's gotta go down Down to the cellar so she won't be found I know it's not right but I just can't tell Of the nasties that go on in Bates Motel