In the dark all roads look the same When you're tired no thought of evil games Old motel sign swings slowly in the night In the house Norman looks down from high
Small white towel wash away your sins Just like home, words stolen by the wind Two short step and shelter's finally here All the comforts, the shower's just through there
Step by step they walk towards the gate Thinking all is calm, no knowledge of their fate A nervous smile and sticky sweat, are you really feeling hate? Here comes the reaper now, who's feeling great
Mothers home Let me out! Let me out! Time for tea Let me out! Let me out! You're not alone Let me out! Let me out! Norman! Yes, Mother!
Mr. Toomey! Mr. Toomey! Mr. Toomey!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
