Screeching Weasel - Bates Motel lyrics

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