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 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

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