Dm C
His father was a drinker
Am F
And his mother cried in bed
Dm C
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
Am F
When the swingset hit his head
Dm C
The neighbors they adored him
Am F
For his humor and his conversation
Dm C
Look underneath the house there
Am
Find the few living things
F Dm
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
C Am
Twenty-seven people even more
F
They were boys with their cars summer jobs
Dm,C,Am,
Oh my God
F
Are you one of them
Dm C
He dressed up like a clown for them
Am F
With his face paint white and red
Dm C
And on his best behavior
Am F Dm
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
C
He'd kill ten thousand people
Am
With a sleight of his hand
F Dm
Running far running fast to the dead
C
He took off all their clothes for them
Am
He put a cloth on their lips
F
Quiet hands quiet kiss
Dm,C
On the mouth
F,Dm
C
And in my best behavior
Am F
I am really just like him
Dm C
Look beneath the floorboards
Am F
For the secrets I have hid