Ticking

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"An extremely quiet child" they 
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called you in your school reports
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"He's always taken interest 
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in the subjects that he's taught"
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So what was it that brought the 
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squad car screaming up your drive
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To notify your parents of the 
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manner in which you died

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At St. Patricks every Sunday, 
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Father Fletcher heard your sins
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"Oh, he's unconcerned with 
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competition he never cares to 
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win"
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But blood stained a young hand that
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 never held a gun
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And his parents never thought of 
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him as their troubled son

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"Now you'll never get to Heaven"
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Mama said Remember Mama said 
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Ticking, ticking
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"Grow up straight and true blue, Run
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 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
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 bar screaming for a priest
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Some gook said "His brain's just 
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snapped" then someone called the 
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police
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You'd knifed a Negro waiter who had
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 tried to calm you down
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Oh you'd pulled a gun and told 
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them all to lay still on the 
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ground

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Promising to hurt no one, 
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providing they were still
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A young man tried to make a break, 
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with tear-filled eyes you killed
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That gun butt felt so smooth and 
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warm cradled in your palm
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Oh your childhood cried out in 
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your head "they mean to do you harm"

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"Don't ever ride on the devil's 
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knee" Mama said
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Remember mama said 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 
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reached the media machine
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A male caucasian with a gun had 
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gone berserk in Queens
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The area had been sealed off, the 
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kids sent home from school
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Fourteen people lying dead in a 
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bar they called the Kicking Mule

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Oh they pleaded to your sanity 
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for the sake of those inside
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"Throw out your gun, walk out slow 
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just keep your hands held high"
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But they pumped you full of rifle 
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shells as you stepped out the door
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Oh you danced in death like a 
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marionette on the vengeance of the 
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law

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"You've slept too long in 
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silence" Mama said
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Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking
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"Crazy boy, you'll only wind up 
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with strange notions in your head"
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Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking