[Verse 1]
He lived in Norwood Park, with a picket fence grin,
The party clown with secrets crawling under his skin.
Pogo danced with children, smiled wide and free,
But the crawlspace held a silence deeper than the sea.
[Verse 2]
Contractor by the daylight, a killer in disguise,
With rope tricks and handcuffs, he lured them with lies.
He said, “A clown can get away with murder,” with a smirk,
As thirty-three boys vanished into bloody, shallow dirt.
[Chorus]
🎵 “You know... I’ve done some bad things, I suppose,”
He said behind his painted nose.
“But there's others worse than me, they just don’t get exposed.”
With every laugh, a mother's cry,
Another son left cold and dry.
A painted smile, a mask of red —
And thirty-three young souls left dead.
[Verse 3]
He dressed like a cop, played the good guy role,
Lured the boys in — then swallowed them whole.
Duct tape, chloroform, and rope in the night,
A basement show where no one saw the light.
[Bridge] (Spoken over soft guitar)
> “I should have been executed the first time.”
“I had no remorse. That’s the difference between me and others.”
“You kill one, you're a murderer. You kill thirty-three, they make a movie outta you.”
[Verse 4]
In '78, the truth came fast —
Bones stacked in the floorboards, haunting the past.
The house came down, but his shadow remains,
A circus of horror, built on young men's pain.
[Final Chorus]
🎵 “You know... I deserved it,” Gacy said,
As the poison took his final breath.
“Kiss my ass,” his last goodbye,
Before he laughed himself to death.
Now the ghosts still whisper in the night,
In painted blood and pale floodlight…
A haunted smile, a twisted show —
Where innocence went long ago.
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