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 I 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 (not your wife) But she will wake up wealthy And you will wake up forty-five And she will wake up with baby There but for the grace of God go I What am I fighting for? The cops are at my 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 There but for the grace of God go I