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
 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 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
 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 I