Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy, Jr. Lyrics

[Verse 1]His father was a drinkerAnd his mother cried in bedFolding John Wayne's t-shirtsWhen the swingset hit his headThe neighbors they adored himFor his humor and his conversationLook underneath the house thereFind the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleepOh, the deadTwenty-seven peopleEven more, they were boysWith their cars, summer jobsOh my GodAre you one of them?[Verse 2]He dressed up like a clown for themWith his face paint white and redAnd on his best behaviorIn a dark room on the bedHe kissed them allHe'd kill ten thousand peopleWith a sleight of his handRunning far, running fast to the deadHe took off all their clothes for themHe put a cloth on their lipsQuiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth[Outro]And in my best behaviorI am really just like himLook beneath the floor boardsFor the secrets I have hid