Unborn Ghost - Richard Cory Lyrics

They say that Richard Cory owns
Half a' 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
An' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
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 rumors of his parties,
And the orgies on his yacht.
Oh, he surely must be happy
With everything he's got.

But I work in his factory
An' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
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 headline read
"Richard Cory went home last night
And put a bullet through his head."

But I work in his factory
An' I curse the life I'm livin',
I curse my poverty.
I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.