Hợp âm John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Dm]His father was a drink[C]er and his
[Am]mother cried in [F]bed
[Dm]Folding John Wayne's t-shi[C]rts when the
[Am]swing set hit his [F]head
[Dm]The neighbors, they adored[C] him
For his [Am]humor and [F]his conversation
[Dm]Look underneath the hous[C]e there
Find the [Am]few living things, rotting
[F]fast, in their sleep
Oh the [Dm]dead
Twenty-seven [C]people
Even [Am]more, they were boys, with their
[F]cars, summer jobs
Oh my [Dm]God[C]
[Am]Ooh, are you [F]one of them?

[Verse 2]
[Dm]He dressed up like a clown[C] for them
With his [Am]face paint white and [F]red
[Dm]And on his best behavi[C]our
In a [Am]dark room on the [F]bed
he kissed them [Dm]all
He'd kill ten thousand [C]people
With a [Am]slight of his hand, running
[F]far, running fast to the [Dm]dead
He took off all their [C]clothes for them
He put a [Am]cloth on their lips, quiet [F]hands,
quiet kiss on the [Dm]mouth
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[Outro 1]
[Dm]And in my best behavio[C]ur
I am [Am]really just like [F]him
[Dm]Look beneath the floor[C] boards
For the [Am]secrets I have [Dm]hid