Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ticking, artist - Elton John. Date of issue: 31.12.1973
Song language: English
Ticking |
| «An extremely quiet child» they called you in your school reports |
| «He's always taken interest in the subjects that he’s taught» |
| So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive |
| To notify your parents of the manner in which you died |
| At St. Patrick’s every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins |
| «Oh, he’s unconcerned with competition he never cares to win» |
| But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun |
| And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son |
| «Now you’ll never get to Heaven» Mama said |
| Remember Mama said |
| Ticking, ticking |
| «Grow up straight and true blue |
| Run along to bed» |
| Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking |
| They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest |
| Some gook said «His brain’s just snapped» then someone called the police |
| You’d knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down |
| Oh you’d pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground |
| Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still |
| A young man tried to make a break, with tear-filled eyes you killed |
| That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm |
| Oh your childhood cried out in your head «they mean to do you harm» |
| «Don't ever ride on the devil’s knee» Mama said |
| Remember mama said |
| Ticking, ticking |
| «Pay your penance well, my child |
| Fear where angels tread» |
| Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking |
| Within an hour the news had reached the media machine |
| A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens |
| The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school |
| Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule |
| Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside |
| «Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high» |
| But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door |
| Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law |
| «You've slept too long in silence» Mama said |
| Remember Mama said |
| Ticking, ticking |
| «Crazy boy, you’ll only wind up with strange notions in your head» |
| Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking |