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 poisoned 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
'Cause there before the grace of God go I
It's hard to believe your prophets

When they're askin' 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 with baby
There before the grace of God go I

What am I fightin' 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 comin' for you
But house arrest is really just the same
Like when you wake up behind the bar
Tryin' to remember where you are
Having crushed all the pretty things

There before the grace of God go I
But I still believe
And I will rise up with fists
And I will take what's mine
'Cause there before the grace of God go I

There before the grace of God go I
There before the grace of God go I
There before the grace of God go I