Cifras
Ticking

Tom: F

Introdução:

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             F                                                                 Bb/F                                                                              F            Bb/F  
"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school reports
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                                                                                  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          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                                                                                                                     Bb/F                                    F         Bb/F  
Some gook said "His brain's just snapped" then someone called the police
          Am                                                                                                                                 Gm  
You'd 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                                                                                                     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                                                 F                      A7  
Remember mama said Ticking, ticking
Dm                                                                                    Gm  
"Pay your penance well, my child Fear where angels tread"
C          Am         Gm                         F  
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
F                                                                 Bb/F                                              F  
Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
F                                                                                                     Bb/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                                                                                                     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          Am         Gm                         F  
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
        F-  C/F-  Bb/F