[Verse 1]
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
As the swingset hit his head
The neighbours they adored him
For his humour and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep
Of the dead

[Hook]
Twenty-seven people
Even more, they were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?

[Verse 2]
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 kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast from the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth
[Hook 2]
And in my best behaviour
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid