Richard Hung Himself 歌词

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