What are you changing?

Who do you think you're changing?

You can't change things, we're all stuck in our ways

It's like trying to clean the ocean

What do you think you can drain it?

Well it was poison and dry long before you came



But you can wake up younger under the knife

And you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed

And I better wake up

There but for the grace of God, go hide



It's hard to believe your prophets

When they're asking you to change things

But with their suspect lives we look the other way

Are you really that pure, Sir?

Thought I saw you in Vegas

It was not pretty, but she was



But she will wake up wealthy

And you will wake up 45

And she will wake up with babies

There but for the grace of God, go i



What am I fighting for?

The cops are at the front door

I can't escape that way, the windows are in flames

And what's that on your ankle?

You say they're not coming for you

But house arrest is really just the same



Like when you wake up behind the bar

Trying to remember where you are

Having crushed all the pretty things

There but for the grace of God, go i



But I still believe

And I will rise up with fists

And I will take what's mine mine mine

There but for the grace of God, go i

There but for the grace of God, go i

There but for the grace of God, go i