Rise Up With Fists

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

You can wake up sounder if you get analyzed

And I'd 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

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 (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

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