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 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