Mark Seymour – Richard Cory lyrics

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