Pride And The Pallor
- Bad Religion
Key: G G ·
Orig: G ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Intro
G | D | Em | C
G | D | G | D
Verse 1
G D
Papa had a wife and kids, he kept them on a leash
Em C
and he bid them all to do his every deed.
G D
When he was a kid he was treated just the same
Em C
so he hid his feelings from his family.
Pre-Chorus
G D
Lost as an island out at sea,
Em D
resistant to the gentle waves of empathy, yeah!
Chorus
C D Em
Papa and his family always on parade
C D Em
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade.
G D
But time will tell
C D Em
as their world crumbles to hell.
D
What they created
C D G Em
was a family story no one will tell
C D G Em
It's a photo album too terrible
C D G Em
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
C D Em
And the matron silently prays.
Pre-Verse
D
Verse 2
G D
Junior resented the tradition they upheld
Em C
And it ate him up inside most every day
G D
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
Em C
So bewildered when he finally ran away
Pre-Chorus
G D
Oh, obligations never cease
Em D
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace, yeah!
Chorus
C D Em
Papa and his family always on parade
C D Em
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade.
G D
But time will tell
C D Em
As their world crumbles to hell.
D
What they created
C D G Em
was a family story no one will tell
C D G Em
It's a photo album too terrible
C D G Em
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
C D Em
As the matron silently prays.
Bridge
G D Em
"Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day."
C D Em
The children are reminded to do it for their daddy's sake
B Em C D
And happiness is ever so far, far away
Solo
G | D | Em | C
G | D | Em | C
Pre-Chorus
G D
Yeah lost as an island out at sea,
Em D
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy, yeah!
Final Chorus
C D Em
Papa and his family always on parade
C D Em
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade.
C D G Em
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made,
G D
But time will tell
C D Em
as their world crumbles to hell.
D
What they created
C D G Em
was a family story no one will tell
C D G Em
It's a photo album too terrible
C D G Em
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
C D Em
As the matron silently prays.











