Lyrics Ricochet - David Bowie
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.
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