sung by Jim



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



Oh, heart and soul