Ricochet Lyrics

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe - Ricochet Ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs - Ricochet Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall

And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten

March of the flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes

Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of tramlines, factories, pieces of machinery
Mine shafts things like that

March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet - It's not the end of the world
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole - Ricochet Ricochet
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way - Ricochet Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall

And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten

March of the flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes

Early, before the sun, they they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places they see their lives
Unravelling before them

March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet - It's not the end of the world

But when they get home, damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten