Pride and The Pallor – Bad Religion – letras

Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and hebid them all to do his every deed.When he was a kid he was treated just the same so hehid his feelings from his family.Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentlewaves of empathy.Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing throughthe 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 thepride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matronsilently prays.Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it atehim up inside most every day.Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. Sobewildered when he finally ran away.Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways togive his soul some peace.Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passingthrough the turnstiles, a weekender?scharade. But time will tell, as their world crumblesto hell.What they created was a family story no one will tell.It?s a photo album too terrible. But thepride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matronsilently prays.?Get me out of here, someone?s got to save the day.?The children are reminded to do it for thedaddy?s sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away.Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to thegentle waves of empathy.Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing throughthe turnstiles, a weekender?s charade.It?s just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, buttime 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, thepride and the pallor continue to swell as the matronsilently prays.