John Wayne Gacy Jr
Sufjan Stevens Lyrics


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
Oh the dead
27 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 slight 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 floor boards
For the secrets I have hid

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Written by: SUFJAN STEVENS

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Matthew Garnier

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

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 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



Solum ΦωΦ

Resyemk R empathy for the sick prevents things like this happening. Sometimes the only way to save someone is to show someone you understand them, and you care about them.

I was so close to just being some idiot mass murderer. I was so angry all the time. I felt ignored by everyone, and that no one cared about me.

I had the most fucked up sadistic thoughts and did some really bad things and I loved it all. It was the only thing I had to make my life feel like it had some value to it.

So one day when I was going out to kill some people I met a stranger and we had a long conversation about pain. I don’t know why but I told him everything about me, and while most people were disgusted when they heard this (only furthering my hatred and sense of isolation), he gave me a sad look and just said two things “I’m sorry.”

Two words, sent me flying into tears. Two words of simple understanding saved lives that night. Two words changed everything.

It’s more than understandable to be angry at people like John Wayne gacy. It’s understandable to want them dead. But anger will only make it worse. It only increases the feeling of isolation. Empathy, understanding, and love can’t save all these lost souls. But it’s worth a try.

We can either spend our lives being pissed off, or we can help those who need it. We can help them before it’s too late.



quastenflosser

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

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 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



Cynthia Coleman

I think Sufjan correctly identifies that we all have the capacity to be evil and could be a Gacy. Our hearts are black. We are in need of the Light.


And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid.


We all have dark secrets. We do well to confess them.



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Lakesh Shore

Vengo por Roberto Martinez. Después de traumarme con su historia.

Fernando Sánchez

pordosssss we xddddddddd

Laura

x1000

Jose Marcos

como diría Roberto "John Wayne Daisy"

Jordy Lili

En qué momento suelta el "o My good"?

Marlen Escalante

Yo igual 😆

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Carrick Bend

I think this song not only laments the death of all the victims, but also laments the fact that an innocent child grew up to become a monster.

Manuel Fernandez Mesas

@Duritan Frostwolf Yes we all feel well saying that guy was despicable from the beginning (as a baby, as a foetus I guess) So that prevents any understanding of how twisted is life actually . No understanding, no prevention, no healing, just name calling.

Salobrena Smith

@justice 4 theusedsongs not at all..I think it seeks to explain his up bringing..monsters are not born they are made.. alcoholic father, meek mother, head injury.. all of these things damaged him..

Fletchers Flesh

justice 4 theusedsongs lol you’re a dumb ass and probably still one after four years

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