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