Richard Hung Himself
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Popped the door of the hinges of his closet
Black curtained doorway and into the death room
Took out the ceiling and climbed into the attic
Tied the ropes to the rafter and snapped into his doom
And then Richard hung himself.
Just the other day they said that Richard hung himself
Too many reasons for him to cease to exist
And not enough reasons for him to want to stay
Looking for an escape, a better way than this
He may have found it or may have lost the way
But Richard hung himself
Just the other day they said that Richard hung himself
Switch to Pomona behind the cornfield
Around back, underground, where the trees shield
In the corner of the yard, another death room
Where the dead are buried in an unmarked tomb
Stiff blue painted cat wired to the roof
Cyanide in the darkness and dangling goat hooves
Floor covered in dirt, dead grass, and decay
Now Richard joins them and calls it escape
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