Sufjan Stevens
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Illinois (2005)

Capo 3e fret

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His father was a drinker
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And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head

  The neighbors they adored him
  For his humor and his conversation
  Look underneath the house there
  Find the few living things rotting fast in their sleep of the dead

  Twenty-seven people, even more
  They 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 kill ten thousand people
  With a sleight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead
  He took of all their clothes for them
  He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss

  On the mouth ...


And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

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