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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeff Hanneman
Jeff Hanneman
Guitar
Kerry King
Kerry King
Guitar
Paul Bostaph
Paul Bostaph
Drums
Tom Araya
Tom Araya
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Royer
Casey Royer
Songwriter
Frederic Taccone
Frederic Taccone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slayer
Slayer
Producer
D. Sardy
D. Sardy
Mixing Engineer
Bill Smith
Bill Smith
Assistant Engineer
Bryan Davis
Bryan Davis
Assistant Engineer
Greg Gordon
Greg Gordon
Engineer
Jim Giddens
Jim Giddens
Assistant Engineer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Needles stabbed into the walls
The executioners curtain call
Fighting back he found his identity
And there was no way out
'Cause Richard hung himself, Richard hung himself
It happened just the other day
Jesus caught and pushed him off the shelf
He thought he find a better way
With slashing and stabbing and maiming and ramming
Death threw his black curtains where his clothes once lied
The roof kicked out and the rope tied to the rafters
A quick kick of the chair and it was all through
If Richie only knew
'Cause Richard hung himself, Richard hung himself
It happened just the other day
Jesus caught and pushed him off the shelf
He thought he find a better way
With needles, injecting and shooting subcutaneously
His life suddenly flashed
Right before his eyes
What a swinging guy
Turning gray with mold
This is when he died
Give it up, give it up
Throw it all away
Burning acid bath
Pulmonary wrath
Feel the boiling surge
It won't let you go
Throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all a, throw it all a
Throw it all away
Swinging in his room, Richie won't come out to play
That poor bastard hung himself the other day
Oh, how the years seem to fly by
Is death the final high?
'Cause Richard hung himself, Richard hung himself
It happened just the other day
Jesus caught and pushed him off the shelf
He thought he find a better way
With slashing and stabbing and ripping
And stabbing and shredding and slashing
And shredding and stabbing and ripping
And tearing, attacking and maiming
And taking the body that God gave to you
I gotta get out
'Cause Richard hung himself ('Cause Richard hung himself)
'Cause Richard swung himself ('Cause Richard hung himself)
'Cause Richard strung himself ('Cause Richard hung himself)
The needle, it stung itself ('Cause Richard hung himself)
They pulled him right off the fucking shelf ('Cause Richard hung himself)
That poor bastard man, he hung himself ('Cause Richard hung himself)
To fucking think of himself
Written by: Casey Royer, Frederic Taccone
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