Richard Cory

They say that Richard Cory Owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society a bankers only child
He had everything a man could want power grace and style

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm livin'
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got

But I work in his factory...

He freely gave to charity he had the common touch
And they were thankful for his patronage and they 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...

Пол Саймон
"Sounds Of Silence", 1966
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