Текст песни David Bowie -  Ricochet   
                                        David Bowie -  Ricochet слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
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