A A
D G
Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ab A
Ricochet - ricochet
D G
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
D G
Ricochet - ricochet
E A
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
A
Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
A
Mine shafts things like that
A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
A
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E
Ricochet - it's not the end of the world
D
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
G
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E A
Ricochet - ricochet
D
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
G
Teaching life in a violent new way
D G
Ricochet - ricochet
E A
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
And who can bear to be forgotten
A
March of flowers, march of dimes
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Early, before the sun, they struggle off to the gates
A
In their secret fearful places they see their lives
A
Unravelling before them
A
March of flowers - march of dimes
A
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
A
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
A
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E
Ricochet it's not the end of the world
A
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
