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
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
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 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 Explain Request ×
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