John Wayne Gacy

JOHN WAYNE GACY

John was a builder, at least that was his normal trade, but at night he was a killer, under his house so many laid

Young men looking for work, drifters passing through, John would bring them to his home, he knew what he must do

Silence them forever, his name in the town well known, helping out in politics a reputation and standing grown

He would often do charity events, dressed as Pogo, the happy smiling Clown, he'd visit at the hospital if kids were sick or down

But late at night he'd find young men, he knew a magic trick, he could escape from handcuffs with a simple flick

Then they would put on the cuffs, now it was their turn, that would be the end of them, the last lesson they would learn.

Beaten, strangled, put in a bath, so many ways to die, young men fighting for their lives, or at least that's what they'd try

Eventually he was caught, death row was now his place, he sold so many paintings of the killer clowns painted face

Then poor John's luck run out, on a gurney he was laid, poison pumped straight into him, I guess his price was paid

Ron