Из альбома: The Story of Them
They say that Richard Cory owns one-half of this here town
With political connections, 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 livin'
And I curse my poverty
That I wish that I could be
Yeah I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
The papers print his pictures
Almost everywhere he go
Richard Cory at the opera,
Richard Cory at the show
And the rumours of his a parties
And the orgies on his yacht
Well, he surely must be happy
With everything that he has got
But I, work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I can be, yeah
I wish that I can be, Richard Cory
He freely gives to charity
Had that common touch
They were grateful for his patronage
And thanked him very much
But my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines
That Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head
But I, I, I, work in his factory
And I, I don't dig the life I'm livin'
And I don't dig my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yeah and I wish that I could be
Yeah wish that I could be, Richard Cory
And I wish that I could be
I wish that I could be
Somehow I wish that I could be
A just like a Richard Cory
Just li-i-i-ike, Richard Co-ory
A Richard Cory
A Richard Cory
FADES
A Richard Cory, just a man, just a boy