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Mr. Richards

Mr. Richards, your position

Is a messenger pigeon

Left behind you when the camp moved onWe thought that you would listen

But the words had never crystallized

Into a truth that you might own, hey heyMr. Richards, your decision

Pay attention, pay attentionMr. Richards, you're forgiven

For a narrow lack of vision

But the fire's are still raging onThe public's got opinions

And these consequences border on

The compound that you raised will sell it see, hey heyMr. Richards, your decision

Pay attention, pay attentionSo listen, your intention

Sign the papers, stamp the ribbon

You're mistaken if you think we'll just forgetYou 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 onWe're the children of the choir, hey

And we know what's going onMr. Richards, your conviction

Had us cheering in the kitchen

Now the jury's eating pigeon pieSo tell me how is prison

Have they taught you how to listen?

We've begun to bridge the schism

Pay attention, pay attentionMr. Richards, your decision

Pay attention, pay attentionYou 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 onWe'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

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