SKYND - John Wayne Gacy lyrics
[SKYND - John Wayne Gacy lyrics]
Oh, no, dad, it's okay, dad
You're just boozing, I'm just cruising
We can hold back c'mon, dad, it's okay, dad
We're just bruising, it's amusing
We can go back
Oh, such a pretty face, made to deliver
Exit through the crawlspace
Or into the river
Took the charges for the ultimate thrill
Kentucky Fried Chicken and kill
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James robert? Who else?
Who, who, who? Maybe you!
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Funeral parlour decoy, nothing to rack up
Little Gacy, fat boy, deep under the makeup
Man of the year, man of fear, man of will
Join the Jolly Joker Club and kill
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James
Robert? Who else? Who, who, who?
Maybe you!
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Cloth and chloroform
Leaving nothing much to find
Road signs flying by in a
Twilight state of mind norwood Park's dry
The rest for you guys to find
33 and more in the crawlspace of my mind
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James
33 boys oh, 33 toys
33 boys oh, 33 toys
You're just boozing, I'm just cruising
We can hold back c'mon, dad, it's okay, dad
We're just bruising, it's amusing
We can go back
Oh, such a pretty face, made to deliver
Exit through the crawlspace
Or into the river
Took the charges for the ultimate thrill
Kentucky Fried Chicken and kill
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James robert? Who else?
Who, who, who? Maybe you!
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Funeral parlour decoy, nothing to rack up
Little Gacy, fat boy, deep under the makeup
Man of the year, man of fear, man of will
Join the Jolly Joker Club and kill
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James
Robert? Who else? Who, who, who?
Maybe you!
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Cloth and chloroform
Leaving nothing much to find
Road signs flying by in a
Twilight state of mind norwood Park's dry
The rest for you guys to find
33 and more in the crawlspace of my mind
33 boys, Pogo the Clown is back
Oh, 33 toys, ol' John is back on track
All 33 pled, I've had my fun at last
Now everyone is dead, and you can kiss my ass
Timothy, who? John, Darrell
Randall, Sam, Michael, billy
Jimmy, who? Ricky, someone
Kenneth, who? Michael, willy
Greg, a boy, and Jon and
John, Matthew, a boy, rob and John
Russell, and Robert, and Tommy, and
David, and William, Timothy, Frankie
And James
33 boys oh, 33 toys
33 boys oh, 33 toys