| «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»
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| So what was it that brought the squad car screaming up your drive
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| To notify your parents of the manner in which you died
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| At St. Patrick’s every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins
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| «Oh, he’s unconcerned with competition he never cares to win»
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| But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun
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| And his parents never thought of him as their troubled son
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| «Now you’ll never get to Heaven» Mama said
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| Remember Mama said
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| Ticking, ticking
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| «Grow up straight and true blue
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| Run along to bed»
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| 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
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| You’d knifed a Negro waiter who had tried to calm you down
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| 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
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| That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
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| Oh your childhood cried out in your head «they mean to do you harm»
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| «Don't ever ride on the devil’s knee» Mama said
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| Remember mama said
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| Ticking, ticking
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| «Pay your penance well, my child
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| Fear where angels tread»
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| Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
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| Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
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| A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens
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| The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
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| Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule
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| Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
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| «Throw out your gun, walk out slow just keep your hands held high»
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| But they pumped you full of rifle shells as you stepped out the door
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| Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law
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| «You've slept too long in silence» Mama said
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| Remember Mama said
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| Ticking, ticking
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| «Crazy boy, you’ll only wind up with strange notions in your head»
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| Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking |