Pride and the Pallor Bad Religion
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The Pride and the Pallor - Bad Religion
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Tabbed by: Justin Le Tourneau aka theWizardsBaker
Email: justin.letourn@gmail.com
Tuning: EADGBE
-----Intro-----
[G] [D] [E] [C]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
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[G]Papa had a wife and kids he kept them[D] on a leash and he bid them [E]all to do his every deed.[C]
[G]When he was a kid he was treated just[D] the same so he hid his feel[E]ings from the family.[C]
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Lost as [G]an island out at s[D]ea, r[E]esistant to the gentle waves of [D]empathy.
Chorus:
[C]Papa and his [D]family always on [E]parade.
[C]Tearing through the [D]turnstiles, a weekender?s c[E]harade.
[G]But time will t[D]ell, as their w[C]orld cru[D]mbles to[E] hell.
What they[D] created was a
[C]family story no [E]one will tell.
It?s a[C] photo album too terri[E]ble. But the
[C]pride and the [D]pallor cont[G]inue[F#] to s[E]well. And the ma[C]tron si[D]lently p[E]rays.
[D] [D] [D] [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.
Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace.
-----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.
?Get me[G] out of here, someo[D]nes got to save the[E] day.?
[C]The children are reminded to[D] do it for the daddy?s [E]sake.
[B]And hap[E]piness is ever so [C]far, far a[D]way.
-----Solo-----
Rhythm plays:
[G] [D] [E] [C]
[G] [D] [E] [C]
Lead plays: *Release Bend
1:56
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2:06 2:08 2:11
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" ...empthy yeah"
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Yeah, lo[G]st as an island out at[D] sea. R[E]esistant to the gentle waves of [D]empathy.
[C]Papa and his [D]family always on [E]parade.
[C]Tearing through the [D]turnstiles, a weekender?s c[E]harade:
[C]It?s just a sick cal[D]amity that fatherhood made,[E]
[G]but time will t[D]ell, as their w[C]orld cru[D]mbles to[E] hell.
What they[D] created was a
[C]family [D]story no on[G]e wi[F#]ll te[E]ll.
It?s a[C] phot[D]o album too[G] ter[F#]rible[E].
But the[C] pride and the[D] pallor con[G]tinu[F#]e to [E]swell. And the m[C]atron s[D]ilently [E]prays.
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