Ricochet

A A D G like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe G# 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