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
Tthat 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