Bad Religion - Pride and the Pallor lyrics
[Bad Religion - Pride and the Pallor lyrics]
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
Lost as an island out at sea
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
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
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
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give
His soul some peace
Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing 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
"Get me out of here
Someone's got to save the day"
The children are reminded to do
It for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea
Impervious to the gentle waves of empathy
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
You know the rest
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
Lost as an island out at sea
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
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
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
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give
His soul some peace
Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing 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
"Get me out of here
Someone's got to save the day"
The children are reminded to do
It for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea
Impervious to the gentle waves of empathy
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
You know the rest