Interpret:

David Bowie

Album:

Let's Dance

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