Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bastille
Performer
Mark Crew
Programming
Dan Smith
Vocals
Dan Priddy
Programming
Jack Duxbury
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Crew
Composer
Dan Smith
Composer
Dan Priddy
Composer
Phil Plested
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Crew
Producer
Dan Smith
Producer
Dan Priddy
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
When you got the call
That no one wants to have
Sick of hospitals
To paper over cracks
You weren't scared at all
But never turned away
Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
Stop
Stop signs run 'em
Bills don't pay 'em
Who would care at all?
Burn your money
Ain't worth nothing on your curtain call
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
So your future's lost
But they can't take your past
And you said no tears 'round here anymore
But I ain't crying
That's you crying
Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
'Cause
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
Stop
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
No-ooh-ooh more bad days
No bad days (bad days)
You'll have no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
Writer(s): Daniel Robin Priddy, Daniel Campbell Smith, Mark Blair Crew, Philip John Plested
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