Pride And The Pallor Chords Bad Religion
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 (used same chords as verse 1)
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:
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...
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