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 ...  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 ...  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  ooh, heart and soul ...