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 crueler   But less defined   Striped cats cooler   But so refine      And I want to see   What I want to be   And I see me on a toxic 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   This is heart and soul      Oh, heart and soul   Yeah, heart and soul   Oh, heart and soul   Oh, heart, heart, heart, heart and soul      Heart and fucking soul   My heart and soul   My heart and soul   My heart and soul      Heart and soul   Heart and soul   Yeah, heart and soul   Yeah, heart and soul      Yeah, heart, heart, heart   Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart