For a narrow lack of vision
Sign the papers, stamp the ribbon
Pay attention, pay attention
Yes, we know what's going on
Left behind you when the camp moved on
Mr. Richards, you're forgiven
But we know what's going on
And these consequences border on
From the compound fire, hey
And we know what's going on
The compound that you raised will sell it see, hey hey
Stand in front of your piano
We're the children of the choir, hey
Mr. Richards, your conviction
The public's got opinions
Now the jury's eating pigeon pie
We thought that you would listen
Have they taught you how to listen?
But we know what's going on
You can thump your chest and rattle
Mr. Richards, your decision
We're the children of the choir, hey
Had us cheering in the kitchen
Into a truth that you might own, hey hey
Pay attention, pay attention
Pay attention, pay attention
So tell me how is prison
Mr. Richards, your decision
You can thump your chest and rattle
Stand in front of your piano
Pay attention, pay attention
But the words had never crystallized
Yes, we know what's going on
You're mistaken if you think we'll just forget
We've begun to bridge the schism
Mr. Richards, your decision
And we know what's going on
But the fire's are still raging on
So listen, your intention
