Norman, Don't Be Bates

Halloween is very near, Stealing is what brought me here, Where I'm going I can't say, I just had to get away. Driving in the pouring rain, Those that do, must be insane, Looking for a hideaway, To spend my holiday. I've been good, but not that great, Candy makes me put on weight, Pumpkin pie and room for dates, But Norman, don’t be Bates. Shower time defeats the gloom, Norman gets to pick the room, Dreamers dream, of what is not, But water, please be hot. Suddenly, as in a flash, I resemble corn beef hash, As I fall, the music dies, Just before, my spirit flies. Now my shower scene is through, For my head and shoulders too, Halloween is for my mates, But Norman, don’t be Bates. Though my crime was unconfessed, Norman likes me for a guest, Double wrongs, don't make a right, Don't forget the light. Though my life is not to be, Murder loves a mystery, Who was killed, and who was cuffed, When Norman's mom was stuffed. If you like to trick or treat, Bate's Motel is on your street, Monsters loom where Heaven waits, But Norman, don't be Bates. Norman Bates, it seems to me, You made shower history, Mother made you do the crime, Nice of you, to do the time. You exist, in memory, Mother keeps you company, Don't forget, the love she gave, Each time, you rob, her grave. Meditate, for inner peace, When you kill, upon release, We exist, in altered states, But Norman, don't be Bates.