up and voting for the lead-in tag...."haunting", ....a suggestion, or just yer' own penchant for darkened drama??....


Gacy was a fuck!

And any tribute or otherwise, fucked song written with his child molesting name in it, is fucked.....


Why sing about a schism ?! Jesus fucking H. Christ on a Soggy Crutch, mass murderers people,,......Feel Sooooorrrry for em why don't cha'!!!!??


Fuck Gacy, and the ilk who give him a second thought......

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this submission has been awarded one "Bleeeeghhh" from gold star member choggie, for providing diversion and crap, to an otherwise, sufficiently saturated venue.....



and fuck the faggots who wrote the song...

as always, thank you for your uplifting support . . .

Thanks for posting. I like this song. I like choggie too. I don't like serial killers. I like the Cubs. I like Sufjan Stevens' songs. I don't like mean people. I think that covers it.

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Did he make out with his father at the end?

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

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 floor boards
For the secrets I have hid


Sufjan Stevens on John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
“I think it’s kind of an exercise in humuliation. I won’t pretend to empathize with his behavior or his desire. But I can empathize with his nature. I feel our way of alienating and disassociating with serial killers is a way of disengaging with the reality of our nature, and that we are very selfish, possessive, violent people. I have high regard for the industry of humanity and our ability to give and generate love, but I also think we are selfish animals. I guess I felt a real conviction, although I don’t know where it came from, to humanize John Wayne Gacy, Jr. in a way that enabled us to encounter our own beasts within ourselves. [But] there was nothing good about him. He had no sense of grief about what he did, even to the very end. I’m not pretending to know where that comes from.”