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John Wayne Gacy Jr 
Easy
by Sufjan Stevens
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His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
underneath the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a clown for them
his face and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He them all
He'd kill ten people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a on their lips
Quiet hands, on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am just like him
Look the floor boards
For the I have hid
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
underneath the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a clown for them
his face and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He them all
He'd kill ten people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a on their lips
Quiet hands, on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am just like him
Look the floor boards
For the I have hid
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