enda þetta brot er úr lagi John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (hini frægi trúðamorðinginn) eftir Sufjan Stevens :D… 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...
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