Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock the door, babyKiller's here and it's a horror storyLock, lock, lock, you better lock the door, babyThe killer's here and it's gonna get gory
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights'Cause I'm way, way, way too drunk tonightHit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights'Cause I'm way too drunk to run tonight
Blood in my hair, blood on my speakersBlood in the shot glass, blood on my speakersBlood in the hallway, blood on my t-shirtHe's in the backroom dressed as the reaper
House full of horrors, house full of peopleLock all the doors, kids are hanging from the bleachersHouse full of horrors, house full of people
You're not gonna make it to the sequel
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