Ricochet Songtext
von 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.