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^EmHis father was a drink^Ger And his moth^Emer cried in bed ^C ^EmFolding John Wayne's t-shirts ^G When the swings^Emet hit his head ^C

^EmThe neighbors they adored h^Gim For his hum^Emor and his conversati^Con

^EmLook underneath the house there ^G Find the few living ^Emthings, rotting fast, in thei^Cr sleep Oh, the dead

^EmTwenty-seven people^G Even mor^Eme, they were boys With their cars,^C summer jobs Oh my God

Are you one of them?

^EmHe dressed up like a clown fo^Gr them With his face^Em paint white and red ^C

^EmAnd on his best behavior ^G In a d^Emark room on the bed ^C He kissed them all

^EmHe'd kill ten thousand people ^G With a sle^Emight of his hand Running far, r^Cunning fast to the dead ^Em

^EmHe took off all their clothe^Gs for them He put a cloth^Em on their lips Quiet hand^Cs, quiet kiss on the mouth ^Em

^EmAnd in my best behavi^Gor I am rea^Emlly just like him ^C ^EmLook beneath the floor b^Goards For the secr^Emets I have hid ^C

Sufjan Stevens - John wayne gacy jr