Lyrics:

What are you changin'?
Who do you think you're changin'?
You can't change things, we're all stuck in our ways
It's like tryin' 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 45
And she will wake up with baby
There, but for the grace of God, go I

What am I fightin' 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 comin' for you
But house arrest is really just the same
(Just the same)

Like when you wake up behind the bar
Tryin' 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, 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