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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 hit his head
The neighbors adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up a clown for them
his and red
And on his best 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 to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my best behavior
I am him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the I hid
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the hit his head
The neighbors adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
Even more, were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up a clown for them
his and red
And on his best 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 to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my best behavior
I am him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the I hid
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