Ticking Lyrics
| Song | Ticking |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Caribou |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Bernie Taupin Music：Elton John | |
| '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. Patricks 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 |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| ' 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. Patricks 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 tearfilled 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 |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| ' 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. Patricks 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 tearfilled 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 |
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