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    Ricochet

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    Ricochet
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      About "Ricochet"

      Lyrics for David Bowie - "Ricochet"

      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

      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
      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      D. BOWIE
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