Pride and the Pallor Lyrics
| Song | Pride and the Pallor |
| Artist | Bad Religion |
| Album | The Dissent Of Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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