Pride And The Pallor - Bad Religion




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 the
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. And 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. And 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. Resistant 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. Still, the
pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays.



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