His father was a drinker and his
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts when the
The neighbors, they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting
Even more, they were boys, with their
Ooh, are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behaviour
In a dark room on the bed
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,
