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