Pride And The Pallor歌词

作词 : Graffin, Greg
作曲 : Graffin, Greg
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 the 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. And 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.
And 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.
'Oblivious of the gentle ways 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'