David Bowie - 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 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 flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
"Early, before the sun
They struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places
They see their lives unraveling 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

"That's 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"