Richard Cory — текст песни (Paul McCartney)

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 Im 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 parties and the orgies on his yacht!

Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got.



But I work in his factory

And I curse the life Im 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 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 Im 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.