Pride And The Pallor
Bad Religion
The Dissent Of Man (2010)

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
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of
empathy

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 as the matron
silently prays

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
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace

Yeah, 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

“Get me out of here, someone’s got to save the
day.”
The children are reminded to do it for the daddy’s sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away.

Yeah, lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves
of empathy
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