| Song | Grace Of God |
| Artist | Foetus |
| Album | Flow |
| I’ll be your waiter this evening | |
| Your wish is my command | |
| You lie there like a duchess | |
| With your finger in demand | |
| In the house of the dyslexic | |
| Lemme tell you I'm a spy | |
| Deceptive and denying | |
| But I never tell a lie | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| Ooh my my | |
| In the land of good'n'plenty | |
| The customer is king | |
| Hindsight's always 20/20 | |
| And it don't achieve a thing | |
| I'm driving but the brakes are out | |
| And the bridge is out atop | |
| But it ain't the fall that kills you | |
| You know it's the sudden stop | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| I'm not a crook - I cannot tell a lie | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my | |
| Been smokin' like a chimney | |
| I just can't put out this fire | |
| Garbage blockin' all the exits | |
| Hey, are you callin' me a liar? | |
| I'm thru tip-toeing on eggshells | |
| Chained to the slave majority | |
| What doesn't kill you makes you stronger | |
| That must make me Hercules | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my | |
| I been turned out of places all over town | |
| My smile is a frown turned upside down | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| I sharpened this pencil with my teeth | |
| And fuelled it with grief and disbelief | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| Stied eyes and heavy sighs | |
| Reluctant thighs and sad goodbyes | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| This rifting drift is an aching yearn | |
| With no deposit and no return | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my |
| I' ll be your waiter this evening | |
| Your wish is my command | |
| You lie there like a duchess | |
| With your finger in demand | |
| In the house of the dyslexic | |
| Lemme tell you I' m a spy | |
| Deceptive and denying | |
| But I never tell a lie | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| Ooh my my | |
| In the land of good' n' plenty | |
| The customer is king | |
| Hindsight' s always 20 20 | |
| And it don' t achieve a thing | |
| I' m driving but the brakes are out | |
| And the bridge is out atop | |
| But it ain' t the fall that kills you | |
| You know it' s the sudden stop | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| I' m not a crook I cannot tell a lie | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my | |
| Been smokin' like a chimney | |
| I just can' t put out this fire | |
| Garbage blockin' all the exits | |
| Hey, are you callin' me a liar? | |
| I' m thru tiptoeing on eggshells | |
| Chained to the slave majority | |
| What doesn' t kill you makes you stronger | |
| That must make me Hercules | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my | |
| I been turned out of places all over town | |
| My smile is a frown turned upside down | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| I sharpened this pencil with my teeth | |
| And fuelled it with grief and disbelief | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| Stied eyes and heavy sighs | |
| Reluctant thighs and sad goodbyes | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| This rifting drift is an aching yearn | |
| With no deposit and no return | |
| There but for the grace of God go I | |
| My oh my |