Mr. Richards (Acoustic) - Frank Turner (法兰克·透纳)
One fine day near the end of the tax year
Mr richards was gripped by a new fear
Who would be at his retirement party
And though he still had years to go before he
Slipped over the edge of the workforce
The question remained and in his
Wake there came an army
What price creature comforts
What is this life really all about
He drew a line between work and living
And work was winning out
And he worked for half his life
To spend the end just feeling tired out
That's when his roof caved in
And so he made a list of all the people he worked with
And cut it down to the ones he got on with
Paired each one off with the decade of his career
And then he thought of all his friends from back home
The crazies the ladies the lovers he'd known
And then he looked around his office
And wondered why he was still here
What price creature comforts
What is this life really all about
He drew a line between work and living
And work was winning out
And he worked for half his life
To spend the end just feeling tired out
That's when he realised that he scrimped
And saved all his precious days
So he could buy icers and microwaves
And he only looks forward to his holidays
That's when his roof caved in
And it would be nice to have holiday homes
And healthy bank statements and fat little kids
And i guess you can be happy to dream
All your dreams as camcorder records of the things
That you did
But as soon as your sleeping does it really matter
What mattress you happen to be sleeping on
As long as your living and your having fun
He always laughed at the drop outs
That he could never live that way
But the truth is mr richards was a coward
He was afraid
Mr richards decided on the very next morning
To make his life and work the same thing
Cleared he desk he hit the road and he never retired