Grass grows greener On the other side Corn grows sweeter On the other side And I watch, And I watch, And I watch And I see too much And I broke my face And my head grows too much God spits On my soul There's something dead inside my hole
In my hole In my hole In my hole
I step crueller But less defined Striped cats cooler But so is mine And I want to see What I want to be And I see me on a touching screen And I'm dancing to a scream
God spits On my soul There's something dead inside my hole
In my hole In my hole In my hole
How can something crawl within My rubber holy baked bean tin It's god to me, it's god to me It is heart and soul
