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