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
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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