There's just no help, you're bleeding,
'Cause Mom's riled up scoffed and mental.
All displaced with twisty scorning.
And the drama's got no sorrow in her eyes.

Mom won't let me help her bleeding,
'Cause she's eyeing hos that ride me,
As her heart beats one last rhythm 'fore she dies,

Each time the girl I gotta slay,
Her crime was givin' it away,
The whore is just the prey.

There's just no help for bleeding,
As she strips I scan and spy can.
As she's killed in stall not yelpless,
As she lingers hold her ground to life so loved.

Well I just can't stop her bleeding,
When she's whimpering so tragic.
'Cause Mom dear is finding sonny sweet in love.

She says the girl he's got to slay, (No time does Norman have a say)
(Each time the girl must go away)
Poor whores were just a lay...

For goin' all the way...
(He just can't help the bleeding...)

(Repeat 'til fade)