Intro: {A} 

D                        G
Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
    E          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
Am
And who can bear to be forgotten
Am
And who can bear to be forgotten

Am
March of flowers, march of dimes
Am
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Am
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep
Am
Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery
Am
Mine shafts things like that
Am
March of flowers, march of dimes
Am
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Am
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Am
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

Am
And who can bear to be forgotten
Am
And who can bear to be forgotten

Am
March of flowers, march of dimes
Am
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Am
Early, before the sun, they struggle off to the gates
Am
In their secret fearful places they see their lives
Am
Unravelling before them
Am
March of flowers - march of dimes
Am
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Am
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Am
Sound of the devil breaking parole
E
Ricochet it's not the end of the world

Am
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

Outro: {Am}