Richard Cory lyrics

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town

With political connections to spread his wealth around

Born into society, a banker’s 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 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

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes

Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show

And the rumor of his party and the orgies on his yacht!

Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he’s got

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

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch

And they were grateful 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

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

• Artist:Simon & Garfunkel
• Album:Sounds of Silence (1966)