Ill Times

[Verse 1: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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

[Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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?

[Verse 2: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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

[Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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

[Bridge: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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

[Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith]
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?