__Intro__
G | D | Em | C
G | D | G | D
__Verse__
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__
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
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/pride-and-the-pallor-bad-religion.php
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__
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
Bm Em C D
And happiness is ever so far, far away
__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
C D G Em
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
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell
as the matron silently prays...
