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