Mark Seymour - Richard Cory текст песни

Well they say that Richard Cory

Owns one half this whole town

With political connections

To spread his wealth around

Born into society

A bank his only child

He had everything a man could want

A pile of grace and style

Oh but I

I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Richard Cory

Well the papers print his picture

Almost everywhere he goes

Richard Cory at the opera

Richard Cory at a show

And the rumors of his parties

And the orgies on his yacht

Well he surely must be happy

With everything that he's got

Oh but I

I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Richard Cory

Oh but I

I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Richard Cory

Well he freely gave to charity

He had that common touch

Well they were grateful for his patronage

And they thanked him very much

So my mind was filled with wonder

When the evening headlines read

Oh Richard Cory went home last night

And put a bullet

In his head

Oh but I

I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

And I curse my poverty

And I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Oh I wish that I could be

Richard Cory