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PRIDE AND THE PALLOR - Bad Religion
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Chords figured out by: Viktor ([email protected])
Don't know how accurate this is but it sure is fun to play the song this way
on an acoustic guitar and sing along.
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash
and he bid them all to do his every deed.
When he was a kid he was treated just the same
so he hid his feelings from his family.
[Pre-Chorus]
Lost as an island out at sea
resistant to the gentle waves of empathy yeah!
[Chorus]
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles a weekender's charade.
But time will tell
as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created
was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
And the matron silently prays.
[Pre-Verse]
[Verse 2]
Junior resented the tradition they upheld
And it ate him up inside most every day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
So bewildered when he finally ran away
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace yeah!
[Chorus]
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles a weekender's charade.
But time will tell
As their world crumbles to hell.
What they created
was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
As the matron silently prays.
[Bridge]
"Get me out of here someone's got to save the day."
The children are reminded to do it for their daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far far away
[Solo]
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[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah lost as an island out at sea
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy yeah!
[Final Chorus]
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles a weekender's charade.
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made
But time will tell
as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created
was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
As the matron silently prays.
