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 fire's are still raging on The public's got opinions And these consequences border on The compound that 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