| 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 he snapped into his doom | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself | 
| Richard hung himself | 
| Just the other day they talking Richard hung himself | 
| They said that Richard hung himself | 
| They said 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 | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself | 
| Richard hung himself | 
| Just the other day they talking Richard hung himself | 
| 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 | 
| Just the other day they talking Richard hung himself | 
| They said that Richard hung himself | 
| They said that | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself | 
| I know Richard hung himself | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself | 
| 'Cause Richard hung himself |