Mr. Richards

Mr. Richards

Your position

Is a messenger pigeon

Left behind you

When the camp moved on

We thought

That you would listen

But the words

Had never crystallized

Into a truth

That you might own

Hey, hey

Mr. Richards

Your decision

Pay attention

Pay attention

Mr. Richards

You're forgiven

For a narrow

Lack of vision

But the fires

Are still raging on

The public's

Got opinions

And these consequences

Border on

The compound

Tthat you raised

Will sell it see

Hey, hey

Mr. Richards

Your decision

Pay attention

Pay attention

So listen

Your intention

Sign the papers

Stamp the ribbon

You're mistaken

If you think

We'll just forget

You can thump

Your chest

And rattle

Stand in front

Of your piano

But we know

What's going on

Yes we know

What's going on

We're the children

Of the choir, hey

And we know

What's going on

Mr. Richards

Your conviction

Had us cheering

In the kitchen

Now the jury's

Eating pigeon pie

So tell me how

Is prison?

Have they taught you

How to listen?

We've begun

To bridge the schism

Pay attention

Pay attention

Mr. Richards

Your decision

Pay attention

Pay attention

You can thump

Your chest

And rattle

Stand in front

Of your piano

But we know

What's going on

Yes we know

What's going on

We're the children

Of the choir, hey

From the compound fire

Hey

And we know

What's going on

Yes we know

What's going on