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