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