Elton John - Ticking - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: F ]

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"An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school reports
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"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
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To notify your parents of the manner in which you died

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At St. Patricks every Sunday, Father Fletcher heard your sins
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"Oh, he's unconcerned with competition he never cares to win"
    Am                                            Gm
But blood stained a young hand that never held a gun
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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

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They had you holed up in a downtown bar screaming for a priest
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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
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Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground

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Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still
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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
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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  C/Bb   Am    Gm          F
Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking

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Within an hour the news had reached the media machine
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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
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Fourteen people lying dead in a bar they called the Kicking Mule

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Oh they pleaded to your sanity for the sake of those inside
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"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
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Oh you danced in death like a marionette on the vengeance of the law

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"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

Outro: F - C/F - Bb/F