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The Pride and the Pallor - Bad Religion Tabbed by: Justin Le Tourneau aka theWizardsBaker Email: justin.letourn@gmail.com Tuning: EADGBE -----Intro----- G D E C G D G D e------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A-----------2-5/7-5--5h7-7-7-7-7-5-3---3~-\----------2-5/7-5--0h2-2b(4)p0-h2---------| E---3--3-3---------------------------3--------3--3-3-------------------------3~------| -/10-10-10-10-10-10-10--| -/10-10-10-10-10-10-10--| ------------------------| ------------------------| ------------------------| ------------------------| -----Verse-----
GPapa had a wife and kids he kept themD on a leash and he bid them Eall to do his every deed. C GWhen he was a kid he was treated justD the same so he hid his feelEings from the family. C
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Lost as Gan island out at sDea, rEesistant to the gentle waves of Dempathy. Chorus: CPapa and his Dfamily always on Eparade. CTearing through the Dturnstiles, a weekender’s cEharade. GBut time will tDell, as their wCorld cruDmbles toE hell. What theyD created was a Cfamily story no Eone will tell. It’s aC photo album too terriEble. But the Cpride and the Dpallor contGinueF# to sEwell. And the maCtron siDlently pErays.
D D D 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. Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace. -----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.
“Get meG out of here, someoDnes got to save theE day.” CThe children are reminded toD do it for the daddy’s Esake. BAnd hapEpiness is ever so Cfar, far aDway.
-----Solo----- Rhythm plays: G D E C G D E C Lead plays: *Release Bend 1:56 e------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B--15--15-15-15---15-----------------------------------------------------------------------------| G--14b---------14b----r14*-12-h14---12-12--11h12-11h12-12-14p12---12-12p11-11h12p11\9--11h12\9-7~| D-----------------------------------12-----------------------------------------------------------| A------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| 2:06 2:08 2:11 e-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------5---------| G--/9-9-9-7--7h9-9-9-7---------------------------------------4~-7--/9-9-9-9-9\7---/4----b4*-4p2-| D----------------------9---9p7-9p7p5-7h9p7p5~-7-9p7\5--5-7-5~-----------------------------------| A-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| " ...empthy yeah" e---------------------------------| B---------------------------------| G-2p0-b2(4)r2p0-------------------| D---------------------------------| A---------------2--5---7~---\5/7~-| E---------------------------------| A--------------2--5----| E----0~-2--3-5---------|
Yeah, loGst as an island out atD sea. REesistant to the gentle waves of Dempathy. CPapa and his Dfamily always on Eparade. CTearing through the Dturnstiles, a weekender’s cEharade: CIt’s just a sick calDamity that fatherhood made,E Gbut time will tDell, as their wCorld cruDmbles toE hell. What theyD created was a Cfamily Dstory no onGe wiF#ll teEll. It’s aC photDo album tooG terF#ribleE. But theC pride and theD pallor conGtinuF#e to Eswell. And the mCatron sDilently Eprays.