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 familyLost as an island out at sea
Resistant to the gentle waves of empathyYeah, papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, weekender's charade
But time will tell as their world crumbles to hellWhat 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 praysJunior 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 awayOh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peaceYeah, Papa and his family always on parade
Passing through the turnstiles, weekender's charade
But time will tell as their world crumbles to hellWhat 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 praysGet me out of here, someone's got to save the day
The children are reminded to do it for their daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far awayYeah, lost as an island out at sea
Oblivious of the gentle waves of empathyYeah, papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, weekender's charade
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made
But time will tell as their world crumbles to hellWhat 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 praysYou know the rest