There's an unclear red doornIn my hall way, down on our streetnOn it's written all the things I'll never benAnd how I'll die in this menageriennDress me up and call me GodnI'll play my role in this comic tragedynContemplating all the things they'd rather benAnd singing hymns in this menagerien nThis is the last time nRun, runnAway from the walls, away from menBefore we die in this menageriennDressed me up and called me GodnI played my role in this comic tragedynMiming lines and all the reasons I believednThey wouldn't die in this menageriennThis is the last time nRun, runnAway from the walls, away from menBefore we die in this menagerien nCity walls, they wont keep me running out on thisnEverything must have an endnHas the fight we sought been done, did it ever exist?nEverything must have an endnnThere's an unclear red doornIn my hall way, down on our streetnOn it's written all the things I'll never benAnd how I'll die in this menagerie