REM – 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
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