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