John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
Lyrics
His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swingset hit his headfull lyrics...
His father was a drinker And his mother cried in bed Folding John Wayne's t-shirts When the swingset hit his headfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentationa 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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In their sleep all were dead He'd kill ten thousand people Songwriter: Sufjan Stevens Twenty-seven people, even more They were boys, with their cars For the secrets I have hid His father was a drinker In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all Look underneath the house there Summer jobs, Oh my God Look beneath the floor boards He dressed up like a clown for them Are you one of them? Folding John Wayne's t-shirts With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead The neighbors, they adored him I am really just like him He took off all their clothes for them And on his best behavior Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING With his face paint white and red Find the few living things, rotting fast When the swingset hit his head And his mother cried in bed And in my best behavior For his humor and his conversation He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth


