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'An extremely quiet child' they called you in your school reports
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'He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught'
Am Gm
So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive
C Bb F Bb/F
To notify your parents of the manner in which you died
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At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins
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'Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win'
Am Gm
But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun
C Bb F Bb/F
And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son
F Am/E Dm
'Now you'll never get to Heaven'
Gm C F A7
Mama said Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking
Dm Gm
'Grow up straight and true blue, Run along to bed'
C C/Bb Am Gm F
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
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They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
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Some gook said 'His brain's just snapped' then someone called the police
Am Gm
You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down
C Bb F Bb/F
Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground
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Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still
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A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed
Am Gm
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
C Bb F
Oh your childhood cried out in your head 'they mean to do you harm'
F Am/E Dm Gm
'Don't ever ride on the devil's knee' Mama said
C F A7
Remember mama said Ticking, ticking
Dm Gm
'Pay your penance well, my child Fear where angels tread'
C C/Bb Am Gm F
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
F Bb/F F
Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
F Bbsus/F Bb/F
A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
Am Gm
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
C Bb F
Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule
F Bb/F F
Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
F Bbsus/F Bb/F F
'Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high'
Am Gm
But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
C Bb F
Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law
F Am/E Dm Gm
'You've slept too long in silence' Mama said
C F A7
Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking
Dm Gm
'Crazy boy, you'll only wind up with strange notions in your head'
C C/Bb Am Gm F
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
Outro: F - C/F - Bb/F
Written by Elton John/Bernie Taupin