DAVID BOWIE - Ricochet Lyrics

Like weeds on a rock face, 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

And wait for news while thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of tramlines, factories
Pieces of machinery, mineshafts, 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

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?