R.E.M.

Mr Richards

Mr. Richards, your position is a messenger pigeon,
left behind you when the camp moved on.
You thought that you had listened 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 your forgiven for a narrow lack of vision,
but the firesare still raging on...
The public's got opinions and these consequences border on the compound that
razed where zealots sang, hey, hey
Mr. Richards, your decision, pay attention, pay attention
So listen, your intention, sign the paper, 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.
Outro: G F#m7 E5 x2