Ricochet - 2018 Remaster

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