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