Ill Times

Pull the cotton outta your ears, listen hear

You ain't got control of this, no

Same old palace, same old high horse

But the saddle's riding side-wards

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake the ill times?

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake the ill times?

Quitters never win and winners never quit

Don't split the dummy, flip the script

You say a little pill ain't gonna take the pain away

It's the least that you can do to turn the page

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake the ill times?

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake ya?

Read between the lines

I'm tired of picking sides, I wanna

Cry

Can't you see she's crumbling?

Can't you see she's wondering

Why?

All these years we've grown despondent

And the emperor's new clothes are showing

Blind eyes

We see no, hear no, speak no evil

Keeling over into fetal

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake the ill times?

What's it gonna take to shake ya

And leave it behind?

What's it gonna take to shake the ill times?

What's it gonna take to shake ya?