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