Pride And The Pallor
Bad Religion
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- PRIDE AND THE PALLOR - Bad Religion ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chords figured out by: Viktor () 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] | | | | | | [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] | | | | | | [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.