Paul Simon - Richard Cory lyrics
[Paul Simon - Richard Cory lyrics]
They say that Richard Cory owns one
Half of this whole town
With political connections to spread
His wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man
Could want: power, grace, and style
But 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
The papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and
The orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy
With everything he's got
But 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
He freely gave to charity
He had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and
Put a bullet through his head"
But 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
Half of this whole town
With political connections to spread
His wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man
Could want: power, grace, and style
But 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
The papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera
Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and
The orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy
With everything he's got
But 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
He freely gave to charity
He had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and
Put a bullet through his head"
But 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