Pride and the Pallor Bad Religion
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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__
G | D | Em | C
G | D | G | D
__Verse__
P[G]apa had a wife and kids, he k[D]ept them on a leash
and he b[Em]id them all to do his every d[C]eed.
Wh[G]en he was a kid he was tr[D]eated just the same
so he h[Em]id his feelings from his famil[C]y.
__Pre-Chorus__
Lost as an [G]island out at s[D]ea,
res[Em]istant to the gentle waves of [D]empathy, yeah!
__Chorus__
P[C]apa and his f[D]amily [Em]always on parade
T[C]earing through the t[D]urnstiles, a w[Em]eekender's charade.
But t[G]ime will t[D]ell
as their w[C]orld crumb[D]les to h[Em]ell.
What they cre[D]ated...
...was a f[C]amily st[D]ory no [G]one will [Em]tell
It's a ph[C]oto [D]album too t[G]errib[Em]le
But the pr[C]ide and the p[D]allor cont[G]inue to sw[Em]ell
And the m[C]atron s[D]ilently pr[Em]ays.
__Pre-Verse__
[D]
__Verse__
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
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.
__Bridge__
"Get me [G]out of here, s[D]omeone's got to save the d[Em]ay."
The ch[C]ildren are reminded to d[D]o it for their daddy's s[Em]ake
And h[Bm]appin[Em]ess is ever so f[C]ar, far aw[D]ay
__Solo__
G | D | Em | C
G | D | Em | C
__Pre-Chorus__
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea
Oblivious to the gentle waves of empathy, yeah!
__Final Chorus__ (one addional line!)
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
It's j[C]ust a sick cal[D]amity that f[G]atherhood m[Em]ade,
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...
Thanks to fatwreckwiki.com and thebrpage.net for being awesome.
V.
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