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John Wayne Gacy Jr 
Easy
by Sufjan Stevens
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His 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
Look the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
more, they boys
With their cars, jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He them all
He'd kill ten people
a of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He off all clothes for them
He put a on their lips
hands, quiet kiss on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the boards
For the secrets 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
Look the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
more, they boys
With their cars, jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He them all
He'd kill ten people
a of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He off all clothes for them
He put a on their lips
hands, quiet kiss on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the boards
For the secrets I have hid
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