"An extremely quiet child" They called you in your school report "He's always taken interest in the subject 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, tickingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
