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, no bad days
No bad days
Gone, gone
There’ll be no bad days
You’ll have no more bad days
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