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
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 There but for the grace of God, go ITeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.