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John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
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His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
full lyrics... 
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
a good dose of acoustic guitar pickin'
acoustic rhythm guitars

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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And on his best behavior
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And his mother cried in bed
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His father was a drinker
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He dressed up like a clown for them
He'd kill ten thousand people
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With his face paint white and red
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