AA D G Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe Ab 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