Lock, lock, lock, lock Lock the door, baby Killers here and its a horror story Lock, lock, lock You better lock the door, baby The killers here and its gonna get gory
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights 'Cause I'm way, way Way too drunk tonight Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights 'Cause I'm way too drunk to run tonight
Blood in my hair Blood on my speakers Blood in the shot glass Blood on my speakers Blood in the hallway Blood on my t-shirt Hes in the backroom dressed as the reaper
House full of horrors House full of people Lock all the doors Kids are hanging from the bleachers House full of horrors House full of people Youre not gonna make it to the sequel
