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Pride And The Pallor

Bad Religion
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 __Verse__
 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 his family.
 __Pre-Chorus__
 Lost as an island  out at sea,
 resistant  to the gentle waves of empathy,  yeah!
 __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.
 __Pre-Verse__
 __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
 __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__
 "Get me out  of here, someone's  got to save the day."
 The children  are reminded to do  it for their daddy's sake
 And happiness  is ever so far,  far away
 __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
 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...
 Thanks to fatwreckwiki.com and thebrpage.net for being awesome.
 V.

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Readable chord sheet for Pride And The Pallor by Bad Religion

[G]    [D]    [Em]   [C]
[G]    [D]    [G]    [D]

__Verse__
P[G]apa had a wife and kids, he k[D]ept them on a leash
and he b[Em]id them all to do his every d[C]eed.
Wh[G]en he was a kid he was tr[D]eated just the same
so he h[Em]id his feelings from his famil[C]y.

__Pre-Chorus__
Lost as an [G]island out at s[D]ea,
res[Em]istant to the gentle waves of [D]empathy, yeah!

__Chorus__
P[C]apa and his f[D]amily [Em]always on parade
T[C]earing through the t[D]urnstiles, a w[Em]eekender's charade.
But t[G]ime will t[D]ell
as their w[C]orld crumb[D]les to h[Em]ell.
What they cre[D]ated...
...was a f[C]amily st[D]ory no [G]one will [Em]tell
It's a ph[C]oto [D]album too t[G]errib[Em]le
But the pr[C]ide and the p[D]allor cont[G]inue to sw[Em]ell
And the m[C]atron s[D]ilently pr[Em]ays.

__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
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__
"Get me [G]out of here, s[D]omeone's got to save the d[Em]ay."
The ch[C]ildren are reminded to d[D]o it for their daddy's s[Em]ake
And h[Bm]appin[Em]ess is ever so f[C]ar, far aw[D]ay

[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
It's j[C]ust a sick cal[D]amity that f[G]atherhood m[Em]ade,
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...

Thanks to fatwreckwiki.com and thebrpage.net for being awesome.
V.

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