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