Mark Seymour - Richard Cory lyrics

Well they say that Richard Cory Owns half of this old 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 Oh but I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living 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 Well the papers print his picture Almost everywhere he goes Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at a show And the rumours of his parties And the orgies on his yaught Well he sure must be happy With everything that he's got Oh but I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living 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 Oh but I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living 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 Well he freely gave to charity He had that common touch Well they were grateful for his patronage And they thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder When the evening headlines read Oh Richard Cory went home last night And put a bullet in his head Oh but I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living 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 Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory