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