John Wayne Gacy Jr

capo i Em D his father was a drinker Bm C and his mother cried in bed Em D folding john wayne’s t - shirts Bm C when the swingset hit his head . . . and repeat . . . 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