Papa had a wife and kids, he kept them on a leashAnd he bid them all to do his every deedWhen he was a kid, he was treated just the sameSo he hid his feelings from his family
Lost as an island out at seaResistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Yeah, papa and his family always on paradeTearing through the turnstiles, weekender's charadeBut time will tell as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tellIt's a photo album, too terribleBut the pride and the pallor continue to swellAs the matron silently prays
Junior resented the tradition they upheldAnd it ate him up inside most every daySilence was golden and they kept him to his wordSo bewildered when he finally ran away
Oh, obligations never ceaseOblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace
Yeah, Papa and his family always on paradePassing through the turnstiles, weekender's charadeBut time will tell as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tellIt's a photo album, too terribleBut the pride and the pallor continue to swellAs the matron silently prays
Get me out of here, someone's got to save the dayThe children are reminded to do it for their daddy's sakeAnd happiness is ever so far, far away
Yeah, lost as an island out at seaOblivious of the gentle waves of empathy
Yeah, papa and his family always on paradeTearing through the turnstiles, weekender's charadeIt's just a sick calamity that fatherhood madeBut time will tell as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tellIt's a photo album, too terribleBut the pride and the pallor continue to swellAs the matron silently prays
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