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