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