Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Pain, artist - Rudimental. Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Song language: English
No Pain |
| We don’t need no pain |
| So wash them tears away |
| And though we bleed the same (Ooh, yeah) |
| So, now, wash them tears away |
| Said, we don’t need no pain |
| Seven steps to heaven, but you’re trippin' on the first one |
| Mama bawl out when the bullet hit her first son |
| Tired of this world, think we need another version |
| Too many bombs and military incursions |
| This is our prayer for the ones that been muted |
| Deaf to our cryin', can’t fix it with no Q-Tip |
| Everybody choosin' desires over beauty |
| Evil is bloomin' and money’s where it’s rooted |
| So spread your wings and get ready to fly |
| To a place where pain is just a memory, yeah |
| Said it’s no biggie and I’m ready to die |
| The grave digger of them space that they send me to |
| So just listen to me properly, with me, I’ll tell you this |
| Get it in your head, said assistance is thought for prejudice |
| When we warrin', the rich man seek the benefit |
| Them no business 'bout the blood that we’re sheddin' it |
| We don’t need no pain |
| So wash them tears away |
| And though we bleed the same |
| So, now, wash them tears away |
| Father, I’m still sorry |
| Sorry I ain’t on and off |
| All that I see is war here |
| There’s bombs where the kids are growin' up |
| Bullets keep you awake |
| She couldn’t wash out the stains, oh, Lord |
| There’s blood on the leaves again |
| And if only I was never changed |
| And father, we’re still hungry |
| Starvin' with no clear way out |
| All that I see’s money |
| The money don’t hear you callin' out |
| Bullets keep you awake |
| She couldn’t wash out the stains, oh, Lord (Oh-oh-oh) |
| Pray your wings take you away |
| Said we don’t need no pain (No pain) |
| So wash them tears away (Away) |
| And though we bleed the same |
| So, now, wash them tears away (Away, away) |
| Said we don’t need no pain |
| Ninety-nine problems, L is not an option |
| Heart got colder, goose came custom |
| Wolf, sheep clothin', still can’t trust 'em |
| Who fell, Grenfell, what that cost 'em? |
| They said change was gon' come (Huh?) |
| Change for who? |
| Change for why? |
| Been worked hard, I’ve had enough now |
| I need none of this here when I touch down |
| Youngers wilding, death toll rising |
| Young, them violent, no surprise when |
| Youth club shut down, funding cut down |
| Police cut down, who helps us now? |
| They can never penetrate the passion |
| Or the pedigree |
| Thick skin, that gon' get me smilin' |
| Through the jealousy |
| Distance, took the longer road |
| 'Cause I was meant for this |
| Well, we don’t need no pain (We don’t need no pain, no) |
| So wash them tears away (We don’t need no pain, no) |
| And though we bleed the same |
| So, now, wash them tears away |