Richard Cory

They say that richard cory

Owns one half of this whole town

With political connections he spreads his wealth around

Born into society, a banker's only child

He had everything a man could want: Money, grace, and style

The papers print his picture almost every place he goes

Richard cory at the opera

Richard cory at the shows

And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht

He really must be happy with everything he's got

But I work in his factory

And I curse the life I'm living

I curse my poverty

I wish that I could be

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

I curse my poverty

I wish that I could be

I wish that I could be

Oh, I wish that I could be

Richard Cory.