Акорди та текст пісні «Ticking», «Elton John»

Ticking Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album Caribou F  C/F  Bb/F F                                      Bb/F                               F                   Bb/F "An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school reports             F                          Bbsus/F Bb/F                   F          Bb/F "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           F                                Bb/F                                    F      Bb/F  At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins               F                                             Bbsus/F Bb/F                F      Bb/F "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         F                                                Bb/F                          F        Bb/F  They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest          F                                                    Bbsus/F Bb/F                        F       Bb/F  Some gook said "His brain's just snapped" then     someone called the police        Am                                                                      Gm  You 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 F                                      Bb/F                                F  Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still     F                                                 Bbsus/F Bb/F                       F 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                          C/Bb   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                  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 F  C/F  Bb/F