His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
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
Oh, 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 the sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off 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
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