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Lock, lock, lock, lock, lock the door baby Killer's here and it's a horror story Lock, lock, lock you better lock the door babe The killer is here and it's gonna get gory Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights cause I'm way, way, way to drunk tonight Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit the lights cause I'm way to drunk to run tonight Blood in my hair Blood on my sleeve There's blood in the shot glass There's blood on my sneakers Blood in the hallway Blood on my t-shirt He's in the back room dressed as the reaper House for the whores House for the people Lock on the doors Kids are hanging from the bleachers House for the whores House for the people You're not gonna make it to the sequel (Thanks to Vanessa for these lyrics) From Letras Mania