Sufjan Stevens – John Wayne Gacy Jr (Ukulele)

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   His father was a drinker

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And his mother cried in bed

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   Folding John Wayne's t-shirts

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When the swingset hit his head

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   The neighbors, they adored him

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For his humor and his conversation

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   Look underneath the house there

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Find the few living things, rotting fast in their sleep

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Of the dead, twenty-seven people

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Even more, they were boys with their cars, summer jobs

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Oh, my Go-o-o-od

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   Are you one of them?

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   He dressed up like a clown for them

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With his face paint white and red

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   And on his best behavior

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In a dark room on the bed

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He kissed them all, he'd kill ten thousand people

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With a sleight of his hand, running far, running fast

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To the dead, he took off all their clothes for them

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He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss

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On the mo-o-o-outh

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   And in my best behavior

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I am really just like him

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   Look beneath the floorboards

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For the secrets I have hid