• Music written by: Jay Watson
• Lyrics written by: Ambrose Kenny-Smith

Pull the cotton out of your ears
Listen here
You ain't got control of this, no
Same old patterns same old high horse
But the saddles riding sidewards

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, spit 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 ya 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, 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.