You were up in the long cold nights,
Tossing and turning, fussing and burning.
But that didn't matter, because back then you knew
That your wonderful Mother was right be-side you.
Then one night she brought him home,
Just a stranger outta the blue.
You took their lives, yes you did little boy.
Mother's done left without saying good bye.
A story of love and a story of pain.
You're gonna remember my face and my name.
Looking at her, asleep and deep in death,
The guilt, the guilt, the ever painful guilt!
You looked at your Mother, your whole world staring at you.
Now you thought about how you could see it all through.
Because one night Mother brought him home,
Just a stranger outta the blue.
You hated his eyes as they stared back at you,
Blank and without remorse.
A story of love and a story of pain.
You're gonna remember my face and my name.
So many years passed, between Mother and you.
People would come in for a few days and go.
The money came in and old Mother would say,
"Oh Norman, I'm just so proud of my boy!"
And then one night, as you sat there alone,
She came running in outta the blue.
As she asked for a room, her eyes shined in the light.
Her skin was so soft, and her teeth were so white.
A story of love and a story of pain.
You're gonna remember my face and my name.
Her body was slim and her voice was so fine.
You thought to yourself, "She's got to be mine!"
And as you stared at her through the little peephole out there,
Admiring all that you saw,
Mother came storming in outta the blue.
"Norman!" she screamed. "Get back, here young man!"
You whimpered on over to the dress closet there
And looked at your Mother, just hanging around.
A story of love and a story of pain.
You're gonna remember my face and my name.
My son, oh my son, my darling dear son.
Losing his mind over a dirty whore.
Fight it Norman, please fight it dear.
Always remember that I'm standing right here.
That sick little tramp just came outta the blue
To take away my darling dear boy.
I've got to fight back, I've got to make sure
That my sonny boy knows he's in love with a whore.
A story of love and a story of pain.
You're gonna remember my face and my name.
Mother's got her knife, she's holding it tight.
She's going to fight for her son tonight.
As far as she knows, and a mother knows best,
That little tramp must be put to rest.
So Mother crept on in, just outta the blue,
And looked at the whore who stole the eyes of her boy.
Stabbing and stabbing, knifing and knifing,
A boy's best friend…is his mother indeed.
I only saw the shower scene and got so obsessed with it, so I decided to write this. R & R!!