David Bowie – Ricochet (Guitar)

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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