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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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