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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
the house there
the few things
fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a clown for them
his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd ten thousand people
With a of his hand
far, running fast to the dead
He took off all for them
He put a cloth on their lips
hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am really him
beneath the floor 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
the house there
the few things
fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a clown for them
his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd ten thousand people
With a of his hand
far, running fast to the dead
He took off all for them
He put a cloth on their lips
hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my behavior
I am really him
beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid
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