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