John Wayne Gacy Jr

[Verse 1]

His father was a drinker

And his mother cried in bed

Folding John Wayne's t-shirts

As the swingset hit his head

The neighbours they adored him

For his humour and his conversation

Look underneath the house there

Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep

Of the dead

[Hook]

Twenty-seven people

Even more, they were boys

With their cars, summer jobs

Oh my God

Are you one of them?

[Verse 2]

He dressed up like a clown for them

With his face paint white and red

And on his best behaviour

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 from the dead

He took off all their clothes for them

He put a cloth on their lips

Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth

[Hook 2]

And in my best behaviour

I am really just like him

Look beneath the floor boards

For the secrets I have hid