I'M MAKING A PARODY OF SUFJAN STEVEN'S SONG ABOUT JOHN WAYNE GACY JR

HERE'S HOW FAR I AM:
His father was a lumberjack
And his mother lied in bed
Stuffing her face with food
Because Christain was brain dead
The trolls they had teased him
For his love life and his gal pal Julie
Look underneath his bed there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Only 10 gal pals, even more
They were girls with their bras, and china
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a an indian
With his face paint blue and red
and screamed about his heritage

HERE'S WHERE I NEED HELP:
(AKA ORGINAL LYRICS)
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 to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid